In the mirror’s gaze, I find my reflection,
A canvas painted with whispers of doubt,
Each line a story of silent introspection,
Insecurities dance as shadows flit about.

The whispers echo in the silent night,
Casting shadows on dreams that once shone bright,
In the heart’s quiet corners, fears ignite,
Turning moments of courage into flight.

Yet in the gentle dawn of self-embrace,
The shadows retreat, revealing a tender grace,
In the acceptance of each imperfect trace,
I find strength in the journey, a peaceful place.

For every whisper holds a lesson to learn,
Each shadow a path to brighter returns,
Insecurities fade as the heart discern,
The beauty of growth in every twist and turn.