In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I see reflections of a soul once shattered,
Piecing together fragments of the night,
Finding strength where once all hope was scattered.

The mirror holds a thousand silent tales,
Of battles fought within, unseen by eyes,
A journey through the dark and stormy gales,
With courage found beneath the bleakest skies.

Each scar a testament to battles won,
Each tear a river flowing towards grace,
Through self-reflection, shadows come undone,
Revealing light within the darkest place.

So here I stand, a mosaic of my past,
Embracing flaws that make my spirit whole,
In every broken piece, I see at last,
The beautiful resilience of my soul.