I walk alone, but not in sorrow,
My steps are mine, today and tomorrow.
No hand to hold, no voice to guide,
Yet I find strength from deep inside.
I brew my tea at break of day,
The silence speaks in its own way.
No need for chatter, no need for show,
I’ve learned to love the quiet flow.
I dress for myself, not for a gaze,
I dance alone in morning haze.
The mirror smiles, it knows my grace,
I’ve made my peace, I’ve found my place.
I write my thoughts; I read my mind,
In every page, myself I find.
I laugh at jokes that no one hears,
I wipe my own forgotten tears.
I am the voice that cheers me on,
The light that stays when dusk has gone.
I am the hug when days feel cold,
The story that I choose to hold.
I’ve built a life with gentle hands,
No need for maps, no need for plans.
I am my beginning, and my end -
I am my truth and I am my friend.
