
A weaver of words, both fierce and bold.
A seeker of meaning, a sculptor of thought,
In the fire of wisdom, my lessons are wrought.
I stand at the crossroads of reason and dream,
Bridging the silence with voices unseen.
I speak with conviction, yet doubt lingers near,
A shadow that whispers, a phantom of fear.
Bound by devotion, yet longing to fly,
A soul seeking freedom beneath a tight sky.
I wrestle with silence, with time, with regret,
A mind that won’t rest, a heart not content.
Empathy shapes me, a double-edged sword,
It pulls at my heartstrings, yet leaves me worn.
I feel what is broken, I hear what is lost,
Yet bearing such burdens, I pay the cost.
And yet, in the chaos, a vision remains--
A future I build through struggles and pains.
For though I may stumble, I never will cease,
To chase after purpose, to craft my own peace.
--Hazel E. Guler