In the quiet of dawn
where shadows stretch and fade,
I find myself,
whole,
a canvas painted with imperfections,
a symphony of scars and stories.

Eyes that have seen,
hands that have held,
a heart that has been bruised,
yet beats,
stronger with each day,
in rhythm with the whispering winds.

I am the dawn,
rising after the longest night,
the first breath of spring,
breaking through the frost,
a testament to resilience,
to the beauty of becoming.

In every line etched by time,
in every fold and curve,
I see not flaws,
but the poetry of existence,
a map of journeys taken,
a chronicle of survival.

I am enough,
in this moment,
in this skin,
with these dreams and doubts,
a constellation of desires,
a universe unfolding.

In the mirror’s reflection,
I meet my own gaze,
and see the truth,
clear as the dawning sky—
I am worthy,
I am whole,
I am love.

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In creative solidarity, Dee