In the silence of dawn’s embrace,
I wander through the echoes of my being,
Seeking whispers of forgotten dreams,
In shadows where the truth is fleeing.
Through the forest of my own making,
I tread paths both worn and new,
Discovering fragments of my spirit,
In every drop of morning dew.
The stars above, my silent guides,
Reflect the light within my soul,
Illuminating hidden corners,
Where pieces of the whole console.
In the dance of self-discovery,
I find the strength to break and mend,
A journey endless, yet fulfilling,
As I become my truest friend.