In the mirror, the image I see
is not always perfect; sometimes it is fear.
I am learning to be my refuge,
to embrace my shadows, to not feel judgement.
Courage whispers to me in the wind on my face,
the voice of my being, in the intimate cost.
‘Here I am,’ it says, "even if you don't feel it,
self-love is born, it blossoms within you."
It loves me in my doubts, it embraces me on my journey,
I am more than my sorrows, I am light, I am truth.
Knowing that my essence, in its dark beauty,
is an eternal song of strength and skill.
Even on grey days, with clouds of error,
I leave silence behind.
I am learning to love myself, to be,
and to shine with every fragment of faith.