I stand before the glass once more, not seeking less, not begging more but meeting eyes that once looked down, now lifted high, no trace of frown. No borrowed light, no scripted lines, just quiet truth in steady signs, a voice that shakes but still speaks loud, a spine that straightens in the crowd. I wear no mask, I bend no knee, for all I need, I find in me. The scars I hid, I now display, they paved the path, they cleared the way Let doubt arise, let whispers sting, I've found my roots, I've grown my wings. And though the world may shift and spin, I carry calm and strength within.