Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently

Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently, a longing to open my wings and fly towards truth, but often I lose myself in the labyrinth of others' dreams, like a bird trapped in the cage of lost expectations. Despair envelops me like a fog on the horizon of the soul, whispering that I am not who I could truly be, hidden beneath masks woven from the fear of judgment, fear of not being loved for my pure essence. In the flow of thoughts, I wonder if I will have the courage to set aside illusions and embrace vulnerability, to accept that being myself is the path to the freedom I seek, that authenticity is the key to the gates of light. I long to dance on the stage of life without the fear of being seen, to embrace every imperfection like a royal garment, despair is a cry of my soul for change, to allow myself to be who I am, even if vulnerable. In the silence of the night, I promise to rediscover myself, to transform despair into courage, into inner freedom, to learn that the journey to myself is worth pursuing with devotion, it's the only path that makes sense in this ephemeral existence.