I, Me, and Myself

I rise, a mountain’s solemn crest, Through storms, through whispers, I stand tall. The marrow sings my own anthem, Earthbound yet soaring, untamed soul. I am carved by hands unseen, Clay of history, fire of now. Mirror speaks of layered portraits, Echoes call from deep within. Me, a quilt of trials and triumphs, Each patch sewn with borrowed threads. An alchemy of dust and stars, Born of truth, and bearing scars. Myself, not shadow, not mere outline, Breathing whole, unafraid of light. World may twist the name I own, Still I rise, my spirit untamed.