In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace,
I seek the shadows where my heart resides.
A journey within, a sacred place,
Where truth and dreams gently collide.

The echoes of my past call out,
In the silent corridors of time.
Each memory a golden thread,
Woven into the fabric of my mind.

I stand before the mirror’s gaze,
Unraveling secrets long concealed.
The layers of my soul I trace,
In every scar and wound revealed.

As twilight paints the sky anew,
I find strength in the stories I’ve penned.
In the dance of self, forever true,
A tapestry of self begins to mend.