In the hush of night, a whispered sigh,
Chagrin's shadow upon my sky,
A canvas painted in hues of blue,
A tale of self lost, a journey anew.

Once I stood with banner high,
A warrior for truth, reaching for the sky,
But now I'm lost in a maze unknown,
A symphony of questions, a solo tone.

Oh, chagrin, you wield your art,
A mirror reflecting a fractured heart,
The cause I championed, so crystal clear,
Now wrapped in mist, distant and unclear.

I grapple within, a battle untold,
A clash of desires, a story of old,
For what I fought for, with courage ablaze,
Now tangled in a web of endless maze.

Unraveling threads of the tapestry spun,
Seeking the heart of what I'd done,
Why do I wrestle with shadows of me,
As if the past's echo holds the key?

The mirror reveals a stranger's gaze,
A puzzle of memories in a timeless haze,
The purpose once fierce, now a distant light,
Chagrin's whispered song in the still of night.

Yet in this struggle, a journey unfolds,
A quest for the self, a story untold,
Chagrin, my companion, leads the way,
To self-awareness dawning like the break of day.

In the depths of the struggle, a truth takes form,
A chance to heal, to weather the storm,
For in chagrin's embrace, I find the grace,
To reconcile the past and find my place.

So I'll face the unknown blue with grace,
A dance with chagrin, in this sacred space,
And as I battle within, with courage I stand,
Reclaiming the purpose, hand in hand.