In the mirror’s gaze, reflections dance,
A silent whisper of the heart’s expanse.
Amidst the shadows of doubt and fear,
I seek the truth that lies so near.

With every flaw, a story unfolds,
In imperfections, the soul beholds.
The gentle grace of acceptance’s touch,
Transforms the spirit, enriches much.

Through storms of judgment, I walk alone,
Yet find my strength in the seeds I’ve sown.
Embrace the scars, the lines that trace,
The journey’s mark upon my face.

In solitude’s arms, I find my peace,
A quiet strength that will never cease.
For in self-love, I’ve found my home,
In my own skin, no need to roam.