Smoke And Mirrors Poem by Blessing Kalamatila

When all is said and done,
we take to the grave the truth
and leave behind a lot undone.

It's all games and fun,
but when the smoke settles,
you start to realize how exhausting it is to live a lie to those
that won't accept the truth.

Imagine spending half your youth
chasing illusions, but it feels nice.
Letting the lens freeze moments
of fake smiles,
when true happiness comes with no price.

Imagine the fall into the abyss of deception
when it hurts less to get up from depression.
What good is a mirror if not for self-reflection?
Cuz that too can avail truth
we don't want to face.
But the smoke rises, masking the truth
in thin layers of haze,
while we search for clarity,
lost in our own maze.