Beneath the surface, where silence speaks,
I wander through corridors of my own mind,
Seeking truths hidden in shadowy creeks,
In the echoes of thoughts yet undefined.
In the quiet, whispers of the heart reveal,
Layers of dreams and fears intertwined,
The journey unfolds, as I slowly peel,
The masks of past selves left behind.
Reflections dance in the mirrors of the soul,
Where clarity emerges from the haze,
Each fragment gathered to form a whole,
In the gentle embrace of self-appraise.
With every step, understanding grows,
In the tapestry of lifeâs intricate weave,
A portrait of self, where the spirit knows,
The beauty of being, in which I believe.