The Illusion

Nothing is as it seems.
I’m but an illusion,
Visible, yet obscured
Like a shadow in twilight—
Strong, yet tender,
A fortress with cracks,
Loving, yet lonesome,
A heart full of echoes.
Whole, yet fractured,
A mosaic of hidden scars,
A healer, yet in need of healing,
A lighthouse with a dimming light.
Don’t be fooled by what meets the eye;
I’m a puzzle with missing pieces,
An enigma wrapped in layers,
A journey still unfolding,
A story waiting to be written,
With pages turned by unseen hands.