Amidst the whispering winds of thought,
I trace the shadows of my wandering heart,
In silent echoes, dreams are caught,
A quest for truth, where journeys start.

In mirrored depths, I see the soul,
A tapestry woven with threads of light,
Through trials and triumphs, I remain whole,
Seeking solace in the endless night.

Embracing the scars, a map of time,
Each moment etched in memory’s ink,
A story told in rhythm and rhyme,
Where hopes and fears are intertwined.

In the quiet corners of my mind,
I find the courage to be free,
To discover the path, undefined,
And learn the art of simply being me.