In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is hushed and still,
I turn inward, seeking light,
To understand and fulfill.

Beneath the surface, deep and vast,
Lies a world of thoughts unspoken,
Memories of the distant past,
And dreams waiting to be awoken.

I see reflections of my fears,
And shadows of my longings,
In the mirror of my tears,
A journey of countless yearnings.

With each breath, a revelation,
Of who I am and who I’ll be,
In this endless self-reflection,
I find the strength to be free.