Who am I?

It’s hard to know the truth of me,

A mirror shifts, it bends the sight.

Beliefs I held, now set them free,

A shadow fades into the light.

The hammer strikes, the nail takes hold,

Yet art remains beyond the tool.

Words cannot frame what hearts enfold,

A timeless truth defies the rule.

I used to laugh, but now I stare,

Too proud to cry, too high to fall.

The weight of “should” is hard to bear,

Yet ego builds its fragile wall.

I seek a God, but find a face,

I chase a dream, it drifts away.

The pleasure’s just a fleeting trace,

An empty sky at break of day.

No Words to Sing

You’ve read the songs I carefully penned,

And felt the heart from which they sprung.

But as farewell comes, I’m lost, dismayed,

No words come up my tongue.

There’s no reason I should write anymore,

No reason to laugh nor smile.

It’s as if life grew dark and thick,

A silent pause for a while.

The end, it came like a lark bird’s creak;

And as I picked up my bags and keys,

I looked back once at those memories,

And said, “Goodbye to times like these.”

If every emotion had a word,

And every word an emotion stirred,

No songs would bloom, no hearts would sing,

Just dictionaries, defining everything.