In the quiet moments of dawn,
Where shadows dance and dreams are drawn,
I find a spark within my heart,
A whisper urging me to start.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I face the storms that cloud my sky,
Each step reveals a hidden strength,
A journey measured not by length.

The mirror shows a face transformed,
By lessons learned and battles stormed,
A soul reborn in light and grace,
Embracing every scarred embrace.

Now standing tall, I see it clear,
Growth blooms from every fallen tear,
With open arms, I greet each day,
And let my spirit find its way.