The Ego’s Demise

In the heart of a weary soul,
Lies a tale of sorrow untold,
Of a man in shadows, aging,
Whose life's tapestry's frayed, engaging.

From the dawn of his days,
To the twilight's hazy gaze,
He marched through life's parade,
Yet the past, an anchor he couldn't evade.

Forgiveness, a noble art,
But memories of the heart,
They linger like a haunting mist,
Shackles of the past, clenched fist.

In the alleys of his mind,
Echoes of a time unkind,
Where youthful dreams collided,
With a reality so divided.

His laughter once so bright,
Now shrouded in the night,
The weight of unspoken sorrow,
A burden he carries tomorrow.

Depression, a silent thief,
Steals the joy, veils belief,
In the corridors of his pain,
The man battles the pouring rain.

Life's script, a twisted tale,
Promises broken, hope frail,
Yet in the ashes of despair,
A flicker of light, a prayer.

For amidst the ruins of his past,
A strength emerges steadfast,
To learn from the scars he bears,
To embrace life's unending stairs.

Though the road may wind and bend,
He knows he cannot pretend,
That the past defines his art,
But in forgiveness, finds a fresh start.

So let the shadows fade away,
In the light of a brand new day,
For life's unpredictable dance,
Offers a second chance.

In the whispers of the wind,
A man finds solace within,
Embracing what has been,
Forgetting, yet not unseen.

His journey, a winding road,
With burdens he once towed,
In the tapestry of his tale,
Resilience, the wind in his sail.

May his story be a beacon bright,
Of forgiveness, of might,
Through the trials and the test,
A life lived, a soul at rest.

So in the heart of this man,
Lies a lesson, a plan,
To forgive, yet not forget,
And in life's fabric, find a reset.