In the quiet corners of my soul,
I find whispers of who I am,
Gentle echoes from a past untold,
Carving paths to where I stand.

Each layer peeled reveals a truth,
Hidden beneath the surface grime,
A journey through my own uncouth,
To find the rhythm of my own rhyme.

The shadows dance with flickered light,
Reflecting dreams that once seemed far,
A tapestry of day and night,
Weaving tales of who we are.

I embrace the flaws, the scars, the grace,
For in them lies my true design,
A unique story, my own place,
In the vastness of the divine.