In the quiet corners of my mind,
I wander lost, yet seek to find,
A flicker of truth, a spark, a light,
To guide me through this endless night.
I peel away the layers, thin and frayed,
The masks I’ve worn, the games I’ve played. With every step, I feel the weight,
Of choices past and tangled fate.
Through doubts and fears, I tread this path,
Embracing both the tears and laughs.
The shadows stretch, but so does hope,
A thread to which I tightly grope.
The echoes of the past still speak,
Of moments lost, of times too bleak.
Yet in their whispers, faint but clear,
I hear the voice I used to fear.
It tells of strength I never knew,
Of battles fought and skies once blue.
It speaks of pain that I survived,
And how, through it, I’ve stayed alive.
For in the journey, step by step,
I find myself, where I have slept.
In hidden places long ignored,
Where wounds have healed, where dreams have soared.
I stumble through the darkened maze,
Through fleeting highs and endless days,
But with each turn, I come to see,
The one who’s always been in me.
And when I stand, unmasked, unbound,
I’ll greet the self that I have found.
Not perfect, whole, or fully clear,
But one who’s learned to face her fear.
Beneath it all, I start to see,
The raw, the real, the true in me.
A soul that’s flawed but strong and free,
Becoming who I’m meant to be.
