In the quiet moments of the night,
I find myself searching, reaching,
For echoes of who I might become,
In shadows cast by the moon’s gentle light.

The whispers of dreams long forgotten,
Reside within my secret heart,
Where hopes and fears entwine and dance,
In a delicate, endless art.

Through valleys of doubt I wander,
With every step a lesson learned,
The path ahead, uncertain yet bright,
Guided by the fire within that burned.

And as the dawn breaks softly,
I stand on the edge of all I am,
Embracing the journey, ever unfolding,
In the story of my own design.