With these hands, this face,
this mind, and this temper,
I have managed to endure
all the way to this age.

Yes, I have struggled quietly,
doing my part without recognition,
pushing myself with reason,
yet sometimes I pause.

And in those moments,
I gently comfort myself.

Everyone, when looking inward,
realizes how much is lacking.
Nothing feels complete or perfect.
But because of that, we strive harder,
we keep moving forward.

Sometimes, I simply
embrace myself with care.