the ego
is a twisted thing,
like an anchor
with no string.
rooted deep
in silent fears,
whispering doubts
through passing years.
each echo,
like a spider’s thread,
binds the heart
in chilling dread.
it weaves a web
of cruel disguise,
twisting truths
with hollow lies.
yet in the silence,
stillness calls —
a quiet hymn
beyond the walls.
wisdom rises
like morning’s glow,
soft and sure,
it begins to flow.
no longer whispers,
but a steady stream —
a truth unveiled,
no longer a dream.
the heart ascends —
untethered, free,
released from
ego’s tyranny.
for within the quiet,
love takes flight,
unveiling stars
that pierce the night.
in the depths of self,
a garden grows;
where doubt once lived,
now beauty shows.
the heart, unbound,
begins to sing —
a fearless soul
on love’s own wing.
© 2025 Corvalya
Reflection
This poem grew out of my own struggle with the ego — its lies, its disguises, its hunger for control.
I’ve learned that when the ego falls silent, wisdom rises. In that stillness, love takes flight, and the garden of the soul begins to bloom.
And in time, I saw that even this was holy — the ego’s grasping, its fear, its shadowed need to protect. It was love, distorted by pain, still trying to keep the heart safe until it could remember its own light.
When that truth dawned, compassion entered, and the soul could finally breathe free.
I invite you to read the poem again.