In the quiet of the night, I wander,
Through corridors of dreams and fears,
Seeking the essence of my own heart,
In whispers of forgotten years.

Each step a shadow of who I’ve been,
A tapestry woven with threads of light,
Embracing the scars that tell my story,
Finding strength in the darkest night.

Through the mirror, I see a stranger,
Yet in those eyes, a spark of truth,
A journey of becoming unfolds,
In the echoes of my youth.

Acceptance blooms like a gentle dawn,
As I embrace the self I’ve become,
In the harmony of past and present,
I find my place, I find my home.