In the quiet corners of the heart,
Lies a gentle whisper, soft and true,
It speaks of worth, a brand new start,
A love that grows with every hue.
Through the mirror’s gaze, we often stray,
Seeking perfection in fleeting glances,
Yet beauty blooms in its own way,
In the depth of our tender stances.
Embrace the scars, the silent tales,
For they paint the map of who we are,
In those lines, our courage prevails,
Guiding us like a northern star.
To love oneself is a noble art,
A journey walked with gentle grace,
With every beat, a brand new start,
Wrapped in the warmth of self-embrace.