In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I find the shadows of my old self fade.
A journey through the night, to new heights,
Leaving behind the fears I once made.
Through winding paths and unseen trials,
I carve my essence, pure and true.
Each step a testament to miles,
Of growth and dreams I now pursue.
The scars that mark my weary soul,
Are badges of the wars Iâve won.
With every wound, I become whole,
Emerging stronger with each rising sun.
In the mirror, I see a face anew,
A blend of past and future dreams.
A testament to what I always knew,
Personal growth flows like endless streams.