In the quiet corners of my mind, A tapestry of dreams intertwined. Each thread a story, each hue a fight, A journey of shadows, seeking the light.
I am the whisper of the morning breeze, The rustle of leaves in the ancient trees. A mosaic of laughter, of hopes, of fears, A symphony woven from smiles and tears.
I am the mountains, steadfast and bold, The rivers that dance with tales untold. A seeker of truth in a world so vast, Embracing the present, learning from the past.
In the mirror’s gaze, I see a friend, A spirit resilient, on paths that bend. With every misstep, I gather the grace, A celebration of moments, a beautiful space.
So here I stand, both humble and proud, A whisper, a roar, a voice in the crowd. I’m learning to soar, to be fully free, For within this existence, I simply am me.