In the gentle hush of morning light,
I find solace in the quiet hours,
A whispered promise of a new beginning,
Where I tend to the garden of my soul.

The world outside may call my name,
But here, within these sacred walls,
I nurture the fragile bloom of self,
Watered by the tears of yesterday.

I breathe deeply, embracing the calm,
As shadows of doubt slowly fade,
Wrapped in the warmth of self-love,
I mend the fractures unseen by all.

Through the stillness, I hear my heart,
A soft, unwavering melody,
Guiding me back to where I belong,
In the gentle embrace of self-care.