In the quiet moments, I find my rhyme,
A melody that dances through space and time.
It whispers secrets of who I am,
A gentle reminder, a guiding lamb.
Each verse a mirror reflecting my soul,
Stories of triumph, tales of toll.
In the cadence, I see my true face,
A journey of self, a sacred place.
Through the rhythm, my heart beats strong,
A symphony of right and wrong.
Every note a part of my tale,
A tapestry woven, a ship with sail.
In the harmony, I find my way,
A compass guiding night and day.
With each rhyme, I come to see,
The beauty of the self in me.