In the quiet corners of my soul,
Where whispers of identity dance,
I seek the truth that makes me whole,
In the shadows of circumstance.
Through the mirror’s gaze, I see,
Fragments of a life untold,
Pieces of what used to be,
Stories that are yet to unfold.
Amidst the noise, I find my voice,
Echoes of a distant past,
A melody of choice,
Crafted in the moments that last.
With every step, I claim my name,
A tapestry of dreams and fears,
In the dance of lifeâs endless game,
My identity, through the years.