In the quiet of the morning light,
I find a peace that feels so right,
A whisper of contentment near,
That tells me who I am is clear.

The world outside may spin so fast,
But in my heart, I hold steadfast,
To simple joys and moments sweet,
Where happiness and self-love meet.

No need for praise from distant lands,
For in my soul, I understand,
That being true to who I am,
Is more than any worldly glam.

So here I stand with open heart,
Embracing me, a work of art,
With every flaw and every grace,
I find my joy, my sacred place.