Amidst the whispers of the night, I stand alone,
Seeking echoes of a self Iâve never known.
In shadows cast by moonlit dreams, I find,
The silent threads that weave my mind.
In the mirror’s gaze, a stranger stares back,
A mosaic of memories, painted in hues of black.
Each piece a story, untold, yet profound,
In the silence of my heart, they resound.
I trace the lines of my own hand, unsure,
If the path I walk is mine or a shadow obscure.
Yet, in every step, I find a truth untold,
A journey of becoming, a courage to behold.
Through the storms of doubt and fear, I sail,
Embracing the winds that make my spirit prevail.
For within the chaos, I find my own song,
A melody of self, where I truly belong.