Amidst the quiet whispers of the night,
Echoes of a soul seeking its light.
A tapestry of dreams woven tight,
In the heart’s chamber, taking flight.

Reflection in the mirror, a face so clear,
Yet within, stories that only I hold dear.
Masks we wear, from strangers we veer,
But true self shines when we conquer fear.

Through trials and triumphs, we mold,
Pieces of past, in present enfold.
Identity, a story yet to be told,
In the search, courage we behold.

Embrace the shadows, the light and the gray,
For in each shade, our essence lay.
Identity, a journey, come what may,
Unraveling the self, day by day.