Breaking Illusions

Spent almost a lifetime in borrowed dreams,
Chasing shadows, chasing “what it seems”;
Thinking of things that were never there,
Building castles in empty air.

Dreams that won’t ever come to be,
Yet they still held control of me;
Meaningless thoughts, I knew them so
Still I let my hours go.

Time was wasted, still it flows,
Even now the pattern grows;
Slapped by truth, again and again,
Yet illusions refuse to wane.

Celebrating the End, Living the Now

 Why don’t we celebrate death, we fear?
Not in denial, but holding it near;
For it is not the end we deny,
But the reason we truly live before we die.

If life had no end, no final breath,
Would we value a moment without death?
Each second would fade, unnoticed, untrue
No urgency left in all that we do.

From sages of old to voices today,
They whisper softly the same quiet way:
Life is not ours to hold or command,
But to feel, to live, like grains of sand.

So don’t just wait for a distant tomorrow,
Don’t drown your now in unseen sorrow;
Smile in this breath, let your heart sing
For ending itself gives life everything.

Unfading Echo

Erased the traces everywhere,
Yet something lingers unaware;
In heart or mind, cannot say,
It quietly chooses where to stay.

It replays words once let fall,
Soft little moments, simple and small;
They bring a smile, calm and light,
A gentle peace, still shining bright.

Some feelings fade, some drift apart,
But cheerful ones outlive the heart;
No matter how we try to erase
They softly live in time’s embrace.

Heavy, Not Ending

 Why does the heart feel heavy,
So heavy it rises to the head
A quiet ache behind the eyes,
A storm that words have never said.

It isn’t things the world can give,
No gold, no touch, no passing need;
It’s something deeper, harder to name
A tired soul that longs for ease.

But endings aren’t what ease the pain,
They only silence what could heal;
This weight is asking to be held,
Not buried where we cannot feel

Born with Fear

Fear of being in this world,
Fear in every step I hold;
Fear to speak, to stand, to try,
Fear that I may fail or lie.

Fear of losing what I keep,
Fear that wakes me from my sleep;
“What if wrong?” in every move,
Fear that nothing I can prove.

It walks with me from birth it seems,
Woven deep in thoughts and dreams;
Everywhere, it fills the air
A shadow named… my fear.

But I won’t let it rule my way,
I’ll learn to face it day by day;
For even fear, when met with light,
Slowly fades… and loses its fight.

A Gentle End

Life moves—searching, achieving,
Finding content in what is given;
Step by step it carries on,
Till one quiet day… it is gone.

No sign, no whisper to prepare,
The end arrives from silent air;
No time to finish words unsaid,
No time for paths left half-unread.

A single tear begins to rise,
At the corner of closing eyes;
Helpless then, no change, no plea
Just stillness claiming all of me.

In this brief life I softly pray,
Leave no regret along the way;
No guilt to hold, no heavy past
Only peace when breath is last.

And bless me, Lord, when I depart,
With a quiet smile upon my heart;
Not in sorrow, not in fear
But calm… as my end draws near.

Between Truth and Me

Just because words come easy, it doesn’t mean I’m good,
A mask in every line, misunderstood;
A borrowed truth I fail to truly be,
I wonder why there’s so much fake in me.

Though deep within I wish to stand sincere,
I lose myself and drift away from clear;
Each step I take, I question what I show,
A truth I seek but somehow never know.

Oh Heavenly Lord, though late I call Your name,
Burn out the false, release me from this shame;
Hold on to me, don’t let my spirit stray,
Stand by my side and guide me on the way

Toward truth, toward light, toward all I’m meant to be,
And lead me home… where Mom still waits for me.