In the mirror’s quiet gaze, I see,
A mosaic of dreams and history,
Fragments of a life, both bright and dim,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of hymn.

Through the corridors of time I roam,
Seeking the essence, my true home,
In every shadow, in every light,
The dance of identity takes flight.

Layers peel away, revealing core,
A soul unbound, forever to explore,
From whispered doubts to shouted claims,
A tapestry woven with countless names.

I stand unmasked, in the gentle night,
Embracing both the shadow and light,
In the silence, I find my own decree,
A journey of becoming, eternally free.