In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I find fragments of myself hidden,
Among the whispers of the night,
Where dreams and reality are intertwined.

I walk through the corridors of my mind,
Each step echoing with memories long past,
Seeking the essence that’s truly mine,
In shadows where light cannot last.

The world outside a mere reflection,
Of the storms that rage within,
A constant dance of introspection,
Where I lose and find myself again.

Through the chaos and the calm,
I weave a tapestry of existence,
With every breath, a silent psalm,
Embracing my truth with quiet persistence.