Alter ego

In lighting silver mirrors, the rebel echo wakes,
Like music from a silence that only breathing makes.
It answers not in language, but in the shape of space,
A pulse that finds its pattern inside my former face.

The shadows whisper secrets that childhood never spoke,
Of dreams that died in daylight like flowers made of smoke.
They carry fragile graces from moments lost in time,
Each memory in riddle, each sorrow turned to rhyme.

The deeper truths unfolding, a quiet, gentle stream,
Reflect a new beginning, a long-forgotten dream.
My inner voice now rising, with clarity and grace,
Revealing lost directions and finding its own place.

The echoes of resistance, a whisper in the air,
Release forgotten burdens, beyond all pain and care.
With every conscious breathing, a transformation starts,
Unveiling hidden power within the beating hearts.

With gentle understanding, the past begins to fade,
As new perspectives blossom, a choice profoundly made.
The truth that waits within me, a beacon ever bright,
Will guide me through the darkness and into morning light.

Tomorrow calls with promise, yet echoes guide my way,
As tapestry of moments weaves future from today.
Reborn through understanding of who I’ve come to be,
The path ahead lies open — at last, my soul runs free.