Blank canvas

In the depths of solitude, I confront a mirror,

a reflection etched with self disgust and loathing.

I see the jagged edges of my flaws and faults,

A portrait of imperfection, a canvas of despair.

I long to escape this prison of self contempt,

To find a glimmer of self acceptance in this endless darkness.

But the walls I've built are fortified with doubt,

and the path to self forgiveness remains elusive.

I yearn to find the way back to myself,

to trace the contours of my own identity,

to leave behind the scars and stories that define me,

and become a blank canvas, untouched by memory.