In the quiet moments of the night,
When stars whisper secrets to the moon,
I find myself lost in thought,
Reflecting on the paths I’ve walked.
Shadows of memories dance around,
Echoes of laughter and whispers of tears,
Each step a chapter, each breath a page,
In the story of my existence.
The mirror holds a thousand tales,
Of dreams woven and dreams shattered,
It speaks of strength found in weakness,
And courage born from fear.
In the stillness, I see clearer,
The essence of who I am,
A soul forever evolving,
Embracing the journey within.