In the mirror’s gentle gaze, I see,
Fragments of a story, yearning to be free.
A tapestry woven with threads of time,
Each piece a whisper, a silent rhyme.

Shadows dance in the corners of my mind,
Echoes of dreams, the heart’s design.
In the quiet moments, I seek to find,
The essence of self, the soul’s own sign.

Through the subtle layers, I gently peel,
Unveiling truths, the wounds that heal.
Embracing light, and shadows that shield,
The complexity of identity, slowly revealed.

A journey within, both tender and bold,
Stories of who we are, waiting to be told.
In the mosaic of life, our essence unfolds,
Discovering identity, a treasure to hold.