In the quiet whispers of the night,
I seek the corners of my soul,
Where shadows dance and light ignites,
To find the pieces that make me whole.
A tapestry woven with dreams and fears,
Threads of laughter, woven tight,
In every tear, a story appears,
A journey of darkness, a journey to light.
The mirror reflects more than the face,
It reveals the paths Iâve taken,
In every line, a trace of grace,
In every flaw, a heart unshaken.
Through the storms and gentle breezes,
I stand, a canvas ever-changing,
Embracing the self that never ceases,
A symphony of identity, forever arranging.