In the mirror of my soul, I stand,
A tapestry of dreams, woven by hand.
Each thread a story, each color a dream,
Whispering softly in the silent stream.
Shadows dance in the corners of my mind,
Echoes of moments, both gentle and kind.
A past that shapes the contours of my heart,
Guiding my spirit, playing its part.
In the garden of thoughts, I wander free,
Planting seeds of hope, a future to see.
The sun and moon, my eternal guides,
Illuminating paths where my courage abides.
I find strength in whispers of the night,
Stars that teach me to embrace the light.
Within this journey, I discover anew,
The essence of self, forever true.