In the labyrinth of shadows, within the night of my soul

In the labyrinth of shadows, within the night of my soul, I merge with the chaos that once found me, braided together. Every fragment of soul I had the chance to communicate with, Every skin I was lucky enough to brush past, All these have crafted who I am, a reminder of what I’ve gained And what I’ve lost along the way. I am still in pieces, remnants of my memories upheld in the bygones. I remain the person I was years back, When I lost sight of who I was supposed to be. I fail and trip, only to land in the loops of my braids, Only to start it once more. In the stream of my consciousness, thoughts entwine like threads of an ancient tapestry, Memories painted on the canvas of time, each thread a story, Every touch, every glance, an echo of the past, An endless puzzle of moments lost and found. Shadows dance in the corners of my mind, like delicate phantoms, Reminding me of forgotten smiles, of shattered dreams, Of battles fought in silence, in the depths of my heart, An invisible but constant war, between what was and what is. I cling to each fragment, to every remnant of my memories, Like anchors in the tumultuous sea of my existence, Trying to find balance, a peace amidst the chaos, Yet always returning to the starting point, in the loops of my braids. I am part of the chaos, of that bittersweet confusion, That has shaped me, broken me, and remade me, A mosaic of emotions, experiences, and dreams, Braided into the tapestry of my soul. And even if I feel lost, wandering in the labyrinth of shadows, I know that somewhere, among the intertwined threads, there is a path, A light flickering timidly, a fragile hope, That will guide my steps to a new beginning, To a new story, woven from the threads of my soul. In this stream of thoughts, I lose and find myself, Trying to understand the chaos, to embrace the melancholy, Knowing that each fragment, each piece of me, Is a part of my story, of who I am and who I will become.