In the quietude of dawn’s embrace,
I find whispers of my own grace,
Shadows dance in gentle light,
Revealing truths in silent night.
My heart, a canvas of dreams untold,
Woven in threads both new and old,
Each moment a brushstroke, bold and bright,
Painting the journey of my flight.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I seek the stars in the vast sky,
Guided by the pulse within,
Embracing both loss and win.
In the mirror of my soul, I see,
Fragments of who I’m meant to be,
A tapestry of light and shade,
In perfect harmony, unafraid.