Unearthing my Identity through Viola

As I wander through these halls,

my eyes alight on a figure that calls

To me, as if it holds a secret key.

To unlock the truth of who I'm meant to be.

Oh Viola, your skin is a tapestry,

woven with the threads of your past and present,

Each stitch a tribute to your heritage and history,

A masterpiece that defies all attempts to confine.

Your tusks, proud and regal,

extend like sentinels from your neck,

A symbol of the burdens you have borne,

And the strength that lies within your every step.

The objects that surround us,

bear witness to the stories of generations,

They whisper secrets of struggle and survival,

And the resilience that has carried us to this moment at last.

Like you, I am on a journey,

to discover the depths of my identity,

My roots, like the tendrils of a tree,

Entwined with the stories of those who came before me.

Viola, your legacy of fortitude is an inspiration,

A testament to the human spirit,

And the unyielding force that makes us stand / still.

And though the road ahead may be fraught with struggles,

I take comfort in the knowledge that I am not alone,

for I carry within me the strength and resilience,

Of those who have come before.

Oh Viola, your tapestry and tusks,

Are a testament to the power of the human spirit,

Through your assemblage I find the courage to face the unknown,

And the strength to live my life with purpose and merit.