In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
A gentle reminder, as the darkness falls.
Beyond the shadows, a light begins to glow,
A beacon of strength, in the heart’s deepest flow.

Through the storms and trials, I walk alone,
Yet in solitude, my true self is known.
The mirror reflects a soul of endless grace,
Each scar a story, each line a trace.

In the garden of dreams, I plant the seed,
Nurturing hope, for the soul to feed.
With every dawn, a new chance to rise,
Embracing my worth, beneath open skies.

So let the winds of doubt be cast away,
For I am the author of my own day.
In self-worth’s embrace, I find my song,
A melody of love, where I belong.