Self-Portrait

In the canvas of moments, a shutter's dance,

Photography, a tool for self-enhance.

Capturing fragments of the soul's array,

In the lens's gaze, self-discovery at play.

Through the aperture of the present's light,

A journey unfolds, in shadows and bright.

Click by click, a narrative unfolds,

The story of the self, a tale to be told.

In the viewfinder's frame, reflections blend,

Photography, a mirror, a trusted friend.

Contours of identity, shadows and light,

A portrait of self, in the silent night.

With each snapshot, a chapter unveils,

The mosaic of emotions, where the heart sails.

Lens as a guide, through introspective lands,

Photography, a compass in self-discovery's hands.

In the monochrome echoes, and colors that burst,

A self-portrait painted, in moments immersed.

The click of the shutter, a cathartic release,

Unveiling the layers, seeking inner peace.

Photography, a language, silent and pure,

Translating emotions that words may obscure.

In the stillness captured, in frames that align,

A sanctuary found, where the self does shine.

The camera as witness, to joy and to strife,

A mirror to the journey, the tapestry of life.

Through each composition, a narrative spun,

Photography, a memoir, of battles hard-won.

In the candid shots and the staged scenes,

Self-discovery thrives in the in-betweens.

A collage of memories, stitched with care,

Photography, a tapestry of moments rare.

Through the lens's eye, perspectives unfold,

A self-discovery, a story retold.

Photography, a pilgrimage, a sacred art,

A mirror to the soul, where emotions impart.

With every click, an introspective dive,

Unveiling the self, helping to revive.

In the still frames captured, a truth is found,

Photography, a compass, where the self is bound.

So, let the shutter click, in rhythm with your heart,

Photography, a tool, a form of art.

In the pursuit of self, let the lens guide,

A visual poetry, where the self does confide.