In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
I find the whisper of my own grace.
The mirror holds a truth untold,
A journey of self that gently unfolds.

Shadows dance upon the walls,
Echoes of dreams where the spirit calls.
Each step forward, a story to weave,
In the tapestry of life, I choose to believe.

The heart beats with ancient lore,
A rhythm that pulses from core to core.
Eyes reflect the depths of skies,
Holding galaxies where the soul flies.

In the stillness, I hear the song,
Of who I am and where I belong.
Embracing the self, whole and free,
A timeless dance of identity.