Amidst life's tapestry, a thread you're not,
Not wealth, nor skills, nor wishes, nor thought.
Not how others see you, nor how you'd be seen,
Not actions, reactions, or emotions' sheen.

You're not the roles you play, nor masks you wear,
Not the expectations, nor the hopes you share.
You're not the sum of parts, nor fragments of your soul,
You're not the echoes of the past, nor the future's goal.

You are the silence, between the heartbeats' sound,
The stillness, between the thoughts, that spin around.
You are the space, between the words, that you've unspoken,
The depth, beneath the surface, where your true self is awoken.