In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
I search within for the face I own,
A myriad of masks, all interlaced,
Each whispering the secrets of the unknown.
Through the corridors of time, I stride,
Seeking the essence that makes me whole,
Shadows and light, they coincide,
Crafting the story of my soul.
The echoes of my past, they softly sing,
A melody of trials and triumphs grand,
Each note a thread in the tapestry I bring,
Weaving the narrative by my own hand.
As I unravel the layers, one by one,
I find strength in the fragments that remain,
Embracing the journey, under the sun,
In the dance of identity, I reclaim.