The Mirage

In this most precious gift we all share called life,

we often cross paths with an entity.

Much like a Mirage in the desert.

The Mirage has a way of pulling us back into old patterns,

time and time again.

Each time stunned by its beauty, mystery, awe…

Mistaken for love, for comfort, for status.

It’s a lesson we can’t seem to learn.

Can we?

Maybe it’s the reason we came to the desert in the first place:

to escape the temptation that lies in the Mirage.

Because we know, deep down,

as much as we try to fight the Mirage,

our mind always takes us back

to that initial feeling it brought us.

The Mirage promises hope,

but delivers only dust.

In this damned desert,

where dust is just as common as air.

And once we open ourselves to the Mirage,

we are often left with nothing left to give.

The Mirage is what ignites the fire within us,

an unexplainable burning zeal.

And that fire,

once pain,

becomes the forge that builds us stronger than before.

So next time the Mirage presents itself,

we can see it for what it is.

So we never fall for the beauty of the Mirage, again.

I once fell for a Mirage…

It made me unknow myself…

It left me with anger I poured into lifting,

emptiness that brought me back to faith,

doubt that sparked creation into what you’re reading now,

And a silence so sharp it forced me to find my voice.

The Mirage in my life

led me to strip down all the noise

and go after what truly matters,

what is truly good for me.

To chase what no longer drains me,

but fuels me.

My Mirage forced me

to believe in myself.

That, my friends, is the paradox of the Mirage:

it strips us,

breaks us,

burns us,

and yet from the rubble,

we rise stronger than before.

The Mirage.