In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where whispers of truth reside,
I seek the essence of my being,
In shadows where dreams abide.

Layers of stories, woven and spun,
Unravel in the light of dawn,
A tapestry of hopes and fears,
Where the heart’s true song is drawn.

Amidst the echoes of the past,
And the murmurs of what may be,
I find the courage to embrace,
The self that waits to be free.

In the mirror of introspection,
Reflections of growth appear,
A journey towards authenticity,
Guided by faith, not fear.