I gaze within, the mirror clear,
A voice inside, both strong and near.
Each line I trace, each scar I see,
A story lived, a truth of me.

I am the light, I am the shade,
The steps I’ve lost, the paths I’ve made.
Not just what was, but what can be—
A soul in bloom, unfolding free.

So here I stand, both whole and wise,
With open heart and open eyes.
I honor all I’ve come to know—
Reflection is the way I grow.

By Chatgpt