In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I find reflections of my soul in the mirror.
Shadows and whispers of the past ignite,
A journey within, where truths grow clearer.

The mirrored glass shows lines of time,
Etched in a face that’s weathered the storm.
Each wrinkle and scar, a silent rhyme,
Telling stories of a heart that’s warm.

Beneath the surface, a deeper gaze,
Discovering dreams that once were lost.
The soul’s reflection, a mystic maze,
Finding strength at any cost.

In reflection, I see the essence of me,
A spirit unbroken, fierce and free.
Through the mirror, I begin to see,
The person I’ve become, and who I’ll always be.