In the quiet whispers of my mind,
I search for echoes of who I am,
Through tangled paths and hidden trails,
Seeking the roots of my own name.

The mirror reflects a thousand faces,
Each one a fragment of my soul,
In every shadow, a story waits,
To unfold the truth, to make me whole.

Beneath the layers of doubt and fear,
A spark ignites the light within,
Guiding me through the labyrinth,
To find the strength to begin again.

I stand now, embracing every flaw,
A tapestry woven of dreams and scars,
In the silence, I find my voice,
And claim the stars as my own guide.