In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where echoes of the past reside,
I find the whispers softly unwind,
As shadows and light gently collide.
The mirror reflects more than a face,
It tells stories of dreams and fears,
Each line and curve an endless trace,
Of laughter, love, and silent tears.
Through the lens of introspection,
I wander paths both old and new,
Seeking truth in each reflection,
And the courage to pursue.
In this dance of thought and time,
I embrace the journey’s flow,
For within the depths of my own rhyme,
Lies the strength I yearn to know.