In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where whispers of dreams reside,
I wander through the shadows,
Seeking the light I hide.

A canvas painted with thoughts,
Vibrant strokes of hope and fear,
Each color tells a story,
Of the paths I hold near.

The mirror shows a thousand faces,
Each a fragment of my soul,
An ever-changing mosaic,
In search of becoming whole.

I stand with open arms,
Embracing every flaw,
For in the cracks and crevices,
I find the self I saw.