In the quiet moments of the dawn,
I hear whispers of my soul’s song.
Like the leaves that turn with time,
I too, must embrace the climb.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I find strength in every sigh.
In shadows dark and sunlight’s grace,
I learn to love my own pace.

Each scar a story, each tear a verse,
In the tapestry of the universe.
With every step, I come to see,
The beauty in becoming me.

So here I stand, both weak and strong,
In the endless dance, where I belong.
For personal growth is not a race,
But a journey of love and grace.