In the mirror, I see a stranger’s face,
A portrait painted with flaws and fears,
Echoes of a self I can’t embrace,
Drowning in a sea of silent tears.
Shadows whisper tales of doubt and scorn,
Each word a dagger to my tender heart,
A fragile soul, weary and worn,
Struggling to find where healing starts.
Yet beneath the storm of harsh disdain,
Lies a glimmer of unspoken grace,
A quiet hope that breaks the chain,
And lights the path to a kinder place.
May the dawn rise gentle and true,
Casting light on the wounds unseen,
For in the ashes, life renews,
And in the darkness, dreams convene.