In the quiet chambers of the mind we dwell,
Where thoughts like hidden whispers swell.
They bear the weight of hopes and fears,
Creating joy or shedding tears.

But in this realm, we hold the key,
To set our burdened spirits free.
Through self-reflection's gentle grace,
We find the path to a better place.

As mirror to the soul, it shows,
The seeds from which our burdens grow.
We trace them back, those thoughts unkind,
And with understanding, ease the mind.

Yet self...