The speaker declares that he has finally become himself — not a version shaped by others, but a clear, single, complete self. He describes this with a sense of quiet wonder, warmth, and release, as though he has arrived after a long inner growth.
The rose image captures the feeling. A rosebush doesn’t strain to bloom; it rises naturally out of the green and opens into stark, naked flowers. In the same way, the speaker feels he has emerged into full clarity, stripped of anything false. The mood is tender, radiant, and a little triumphant — less like a struggle than a slow, sure opening into something simple and whole.