In the quiet whispers of dawn’s gentle light,
Lies a truth untold, a story of might.
Beneath the surface where shadows drift,
A heart learns to rise, to heal, to lift.

Through the tangled paths of doubt and fear,
A voice softly calls, drawing us near.
It speaks of worth beyond what’s seen,
In the dance of stars and the spaces between.

The scars we bear, like tales untold,
Are etched in silver, more precious than gold.
They whisper of battles fought and won,
Of a spirit reborn with the rising sun.

So let us embrace the mirror’s gaze,
With courage anew, in love’s sweet blaze.
For in loving ourselves, we find the key,
To a boundless world, to truly be free.