In the stillness, I hear my name,
A voice so soft, it feels the same.
Like a river finding its own flow,
I've learned to stay, not let it go.
The mirror whispers truths I hide,
A love I’ve kept buried inside.
In the quiet room, I learn to see,
The parts of me I’ve let run free.
Each scar, a story, a tale untold,
In this quiet, I’m learning to hold.
No noise, no crowd, just me and my soul,
A mosaic mended, piece by whole.
The mirror whispers truths I hide,
A love I’ve kept buried inside.
In the quiet room, I learn to see,
The parts of me I’ve let run free.
Each scar, a story, a tale untold,
In this quiet, I’m learning to hold.
