In the quiet moments, I find my name,
Whispered softly by the winds of change,
A tapestry woven with threads of time,
Each strand a story, uniquely mine.

I wander through echoes of my past,
Seeking truths in shadows cast,
A journey inward, through paths untold,
In search of courage, to be bold.

Beneath the surface, the heart reveals,
The dreams and fears that time conceals,
A mosaic of hopes, a dance of light,
Reflecting who I am, in the night.

Embracing flaws, I stand and see,
The beauty in my identity,
Ever evolving, yet always true,
A portrait painted with every hue.