In the quiet of my mind,

I hear the whispers left behind.

A fragile heart, a weary soul,

Searching for a way to feel whole.

Every shadow holds a part of me,

Fragments lost in eternity.

But I’m gathering the broken seams,

To weave a story out of my dreams.

Pieces of me scattered through time,

Lost in the noise, seeking the rhyme.

Through the pain, I’ll find my grace,

A softer light in a tender space.

I’ve been walking a crooked road,

Carrying a heavy, unseen load.

But every stumble, every fall,

Teaches me to rise through it all.

The silence speaks, the chaos fades,

Revealing truths I was afraid to face.

Each scar, a map, a lesson learned,

In every flame, I’ve been reborn.

Pieces of me scattered through time,

Lost in the noise, seeking the rhyme.

Through the pain, I’ll find my grace,

A softer light in a tender space.

I’m not my fears, I’m not my past,

I’m the love I choose to cast.

In reflection, I see the start,

Of healing wounds within my heart.

Pieces of me scattered through time,

Lost in the noise, seeking the rhyme.

Through the pain, I’ll find my grace,

A softer light in a tender space.

So here I stand, with open hands,

No longer bound by life’s demands.

The pieces of me, now aligned,

A masterpiece in this heart of mine.