In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace,
I find fragments of myself, scattered in grace.
The soft hues of morning paint my heart,
As I gather the pieces, a work of art.

Shadows of yesterday linger in my mind,
Echoes of moments, both cruel and kind.
I weave them into the tapestry of my being,
Each thread a memory, each stitch a feeling.

Beneath the starlit canopy of night,
I ponder my existence, my inner light.
The universe whispers secrets to me,
In its vastness, I find my identity.

With every heartbeat, I redefine,
The essence of who I am, truly mine.
A journey endless, a quest so deep,
In the story of me, my soul shall keep.