In the quiet of morning’s light,
I see a face so familiar, yet new,
A soul that has battled through the night,
Emerging with dreams to pursue.

Eyes that gleam with hidden tales,
A heart that beats with fervent fire,
Hands that have built and sometimes failed,
Yet always reach higher and higher.

In the mirror, I find my strength,
A spirit resilient, never broken,
Each scar, a story, each line, a length,
Of a journey with words unspoken.

I am the sum of all my parts,
The dreams, the fears, the love I give,
In the mirror, I see my heart,
And in that heart, I truly live.