In the quiet of the dawn’s first light,
I find a whisper of who I am,
A journey through shadows and golden gleams,
Unraveling dreams where my soul expands.

Through the echoes of forgotten memories,
I tread softly, seeking the unseen,
In the dance of wind and whispering leaves,
I find solace in what might have been.

The stars above, they guide my way,
With stories etched in the tapestry of night,
I trace the lines of my own constellations,
In the vastness, I find my own light.

In the depths of introspection’s embrace,
I learn to love the flaws within,
For they weave the tapestry of my being,
And in acceptance, my journey begins.