Twilight Of Ego, Dawn Of Soul: A Poem To Inspire Hope

The twilight of ego,

Dawn of soul.

In the dimmed light where sorrow sows seeds.

A place we all visit to reckon with deeds.

Life disassembles,

Frays at each seam.

But even in the dark,

There's a latent dream.

We stand on quivering ground.

The ego seeks familiar footholds,

Yet it's the unknown it meets.

It clings to yesterdays,

To patterns and norms.

Unaware,

It's the tempest before the transformative storms.

Oh,

How it feels to be lost in such night.

Grasping for sanity,

But losing the fight.

The mind's tapestry unravels,

Thread by fragile thread.

A self once concrete,

Now feels like it's dead.

But hush,

Listen,

For it's a whisper,

A call.

It's your soul saying,

Fear not,

For you will not fall.

Let patience be your balm,

And faith be your sight.

For many have passed through this soul-awakening night.

Your feet may tremble,

But they are held by ancient soil.

By the billions who've been,

By those who've known toil.

So let the ego step back,

Let the soul take the lead.

In this sacred space,

You'll find all that you need.

For darkness is but the canvas of the dawn yet to break.

It's a story,

Not an end.

A sacred path we all take.

The twilight of the ego gives way to the soul's sun.

For in every ending,

A new beginning has come.

Even if right now,

The light you can't see,

Know this.

Soon,

You will be where you're meant to be.

So walk through the twilight,

For the dawn waits ahead.

In the breaking light,

Your soul will be fed.

So remember this truth,

When you're cocooned in the night.

You are a transitional masterpiece waiting to take flight.

For the darkest sky holds the brightest constellation.

And your soul knows the way to its divine destination.