When Illness Speaks

Diseases come not just to break,
but to whisper truths we often forsake.
In pain, the body softly cries,
Slow down, see life through gentler eyes.

Each fever burns what we must release,
each scar reminds us, healing is peace.
Sickness, a teacher in silent disguise,
showing how fragile yet strong we rise.

When darkness visits, we learn to see,
that every ache has meaning to be.
For even in weakness, wisdom grows
through every wound, the spirit glows.

Let Go and Move On

Let go… and move on, my heart,
no more thoughts, no more tears to part.
Time keeps ticking, soft yet strong 
all must change, we move along.

Life may be brief, or endless and wide,
mortal steps on immortal tide.
Even the deepest thoughts run dry,
and memories fade, no matter how we try.

For what we keep, time will renew 
the heart forgets, to find someone new.