In the quiet moments before dawn,
I search for pieces of who I am.
Each fragment tells a story,
A whisper in the morning’s calm.
Shadows dance upon the walls,
Echoes of a life lived in layers.
Beneath the surface, hidden truths,
Awaiting the light of new days.
Faces change, but the soul remains,
A constant in the ebb and flow.
Through trials and triumphs, I find,
The essence of self, it grows.
In the mirror, I see reflections,
A mosaic of my journey’s path.
Each step, a piece of the puzzle,
Crafting the tapestry of my heart.