In the quiet of my soul, I find a place
Where whispers of my thoughts begin to trace
The journey taken by a heart so bold
In stories of the past, yet to be told.

Through trials faced and tears that gently fall,
I stand resilient, breaking through the wall.
Each scar a symbol of the battles won,
A testament to self, the journey’s run.

The mirror shows a face both worn and bright,
A canvas painted with both dark and light.
In every line, a memory etched deep,
In every shade, the promises I keep.

And so I walk this path that lies ahead,
With dreams as stars, a guiding light instead.
Embracing self, with all its highs and lows,
In every step, a newfound strength that grows.