In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and then are gone,
I find a path, a ray of light,
To guide me through the endless night.

Each step I take, though fraught with pain,
Brings me closer to the rain,
That washes clean the wounds so deep,
And cradles me as I softly weep.

The scars I bear, a map of strife,
Yet within them blooms new life,
For in the soil of broken dreams,
Grows the strength to mend the seams.

As days turn into weeks and years,
I shed my skin of doubts and fears,
And with each sunrise, I reclaim,
My story, my life, my name.