In the quiet whispers of the night,
Lies a journey that begins within,
A dance of shadows and light,
Where true self starts to awaken.

Through the mirror of past and dreams,
Reflections of what I hope to be,
A tapestry woven with silent screams,
Yet adorned with moments of glee.

Embracing flaws, a gentle embrace,
In the mosaic of my soul’s creation,
Each piece a story, a time, a place,
Echoes of strength and revelation.

With courage I face the unknown ahead,
A path of growth, a heart unconfined,
In every step, a chapter is read,
In the book of self, a journey defined.