In shadows thick, beneath the moon's soft glow, I wandered paths where self began to blur, In others' needs, I let my own heart slow, A silent sacrifice too deep to stir. I built my dreams in castles made for them, Each stone a piece of me, a quiet grace, Yet found within the walls my own condemn, A soul adrift, no anchor, time's embrace. Now whispers call from echoes of the past, To find the self once lost amidst the haze, I seek to hold the fragments fast, And light my path with long-forgotten rays.