I am the whisper of dawn, the break of day’s breath,
I am the storm that rages, leaving calm in its death.
A tempest and a whisper, a roar and a plea,
Caught in the middle,
THIS IS ME.
I am the tear that falls, unseen, a silent weep,
A river of sorrow, hidden where secrets sleep.
I am the laughter that rings, joy's wild decree,
Tears and laughter,
THIS IS ME.
I am the shadow that dances in a flicker’s flight,
I am the light that pierces through the thick of night.
A shadow and a light, a dance wild and free,
Dark and bright,
THIS IS ME.
I am the memory that haunts, in quiet’s deep grip,
Lingering whispers on the mind’s tight...