Life & Choices

You must learn to release weight,
Life's toughest challenge,
Seemingly simple,
Yet, to release it, you know.

You can choose to release,
Strength will be your guide,
Not to forget, but to grow,
Soon, realization will reside,
You must release to rise,
Let your burden fall.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

The night arrives,
You are on your knees,
As fire consumes,
Feeling trapped, in a nightmare,
Lost, everything you've known.

Don't despair!
Rise again!
Let the star ignite within your heart's depth,
As you survey your surroundings,
The fire fades, turning ashes to roses.
Let the star guide you to tomorrow!

Each heart holds a star within.
Once ignited, we will thrive!

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Everything I yearned for,
Is it etched in every stride?

The cravings that consume,
Is it the path I abide?

Desires lingering unfulfilled,
Echoes of dreams undone.

In the maze of wants, I ponder,
Seeking beyond where limits shun.

Not an immediate find, my way,
Yet, in time's embrace, I sway.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

I long to journey back in time,
Seeking understanding, a comforting climb.
A reset button to begin anew,
Erasing words and deeds we rue.

As time advances, relentless and bold,
Each day unfolds, a story retold.
Amid the tales, I'm told with care,
That an enduring light within will fare.

Regrettably, I confess and lament,
I can't perceive the light you invent.
A solitary star in the night's embrace,
Shining alone in the vast cosmic space.

Dimming away, the light's silent cries,
A celestial farewell, like shooting star goodbyes.
Gazing into the night, the star in dismay,
Where has the light gone, fading day by day?

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Who will be the victim?
Who will emerge as the hero?
Who will shine like the sun,
Standing strong as the night surrounds them?

Will the angels shed tears,
Or will the devil weep?

No one knows.
Yet, deep down, we know.
We are all one and the same.

Heroes and victims, we all become.
Enveloped by the night's embrace,
In the profound darkness that surrounds.
No one to seek, not a voice to speak.
Though not in the same space and time,
We are all one and the same.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Will you hold me close?
Will you tell me a story?
A tale of when we reached fairyland.
Are we fairies?

Born as fairies,
In the realm of Fairyland.
We do as we please,
Flying wherever desires seize.
Yearning for a hand to hold,
Fairies are there to enfold.

Yes, we are fairies true,
In fairyland, a world we knew.
Singing, playing, dancing free,
Living in fairyland, just you and me.

Are fairies real, or just a tale?
"They aren’t real," some might rail.
But yes, we are fairies!
In a magical world where dreams prevail.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

I’m here, waiting,
For the unknown to unfold,
Staring at my screen,
Day in, day out, a story untold.

Yearning for something new,
Craving change's embrace,
Longing for someone to say, "Hello!"
Yet, the scene remains in its space.

If it's unbearable,
Then forge a change,
Send that hello, don't wait,
Create something new, rearrange.

Seize the world in your hands,
Claim whatever you want!

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

As we break through the night,
And step into the radiant light,
Unraveling the ties that bind,
Yet holding tight—a paradox of the mind.

A new century dawns, an era ends,
Through shadows and darkness, we transcend.
Emerging into the light, we feign a smile,
Yet within, broken and empty all the while.

Forgotten laughter, hearts unable to smile,
In the supposed light, a deceptive aisle.
It makes us ponder—
Is this truly the light,
Or just another shade of a haunting night?

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

I see you all the time,
I can never push you aside.
I would rather be on my own,
Making my own path,
But I want you by my side.

Leave, leave, leave.
I can never change.
I always care, worry too much.
I always want to tell you everything,
Yet, I don’t want to hurt you.
And when I do tell you,
I seem always to hurt you instead.
So, leave, leave, leave.

I wish I could walk away,
But I can never walk away,
Not from you...
No... no...

Will you find your way back to me?
Will I still be there?
I don’t know.
I can never change.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

How beautiful can the ocean be?
When we swim in the ocean,
As we make new memories.
Even when we drink from the ocean,
We feel new life running through our veins.

As we glance over the ocean,
We see our whole life flash before our eyes.
Once we are above the ocean,
We notice how beautiful our life will be.

If we stand in the middle of the ocean,
As if the storm passes by us,
Taking every struggle and agony of ours,
Away as the ocean flows beneath our feet.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

In the tapestry of my youth, I'm but a thread,
Woven through trials that sculpted who I am.
Wisdom beyond my years, a linguistic symphony,
A versatile artist, a poet's soul in me.
On the tennis court, a dancer with the ball,
A soccer player, a fighter, standing tall.

Yet, appearances belie the norm,
For I don't claim to be just human form.
Survivor of life's tragic tales,
Kidnapping's shadow, harassment's veils.
Witness to loved ones' tragic demise,
Forced into an engagement, a stranger's ties.
My family, held at gunpoint, in despair,
Witnessing self-inflicted pain laid bare.

In my trembling, vulnerable past,
The allure of drugs forever cast.
But I steered clear, resisted the call,
Suicidal whispers, never did befall.
Today, I stand, confident, bold,
Life lived on the edge, stories untold.

Behind my smile, a life not serene,
Yet, I smile to keep their joy pristine.
Passion fuels my every stride,
I endure pain so their tears can hide.
Fear, regrets, sadness I bear alone,
To witness their smiles brightly shone.

Not perfect, I face my reflection's gaze,
A mirror of secrets, a clandestine maze.
When truth spills, labeled a liar's guise,
Ironically, lying to safeguard others' ties.
Yet onward I tread, an unwavering flow,
To be strong, confident, and brave, I go.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

I count the stars every night,
People ask me why.
And I say,
Looking at the stars,
I see my childhood,
Flying back through my eyes.

Every count I make is like every memory I ever lived,
I relive it all again as I count the stars.
And the star that passes by is every person
I've crossed paths with and never seen again.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Stories waiting to unfold,
Wisdom seeking to be told.

Born into life, destined to cease,
Yet within us, existence finds release.
Legends crafted, destinies woven,
Echoes of greatness, forever unbroken.

From Lincoln’s resolve to Jobs’ innovation,
Choices shaping our shared narration.
Each decision echoes beyond our span,
Shaping a brighter future's plan.

One life begins as another ends,
Moments of joy, sorrow that mends.
In the vastness of existence,
One soul, one world, one persistence.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Smile, believe, and love,
Let your grin ignite the night.
Believe in power, below and above,
Love every soul in sight.

In the eternal dance of your heart's glow,
Smile, believe, and love.
Discover the source of happiness,
Witness your life's melody rise like a dove.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Oh, remedy,
Once you've attained the only thing you desire,
The moment you lose everything
You ever had—
It's such an irony.

Remedy repeats itself,
With happiness and desires.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Suddenly, I’m facing three roads—
The road on my corner can keep me
Flying in the sky, never to fall.
The road on my right can take me
Far beyond heaven.

The road on my left can take me
Far beyond the sky.

I said yes to all, but again no,
Wandering in my wonderworld,
Considering what road to take.
Considered over and over,
And yet again, no result.

Believing I had enough time,
But my foe, scarcity, said otherwise.
I said thanks to scarcity.
I prefer to keep flying and go farther,
Beyond heavens and sky.

So, scarcity, I’m taking the risks to say yes to all.
The sacrifices are the same for all roads.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

As I walk down the street,
Wondering if I'm waiting for a miracle,
To seal my hidden wounds,
If it's even worth waiting.

Facing a dark hidden street,
A flash comes flashing,
Takes me back to the past,
Thinking of the days I tried—
To seal my hidden wounds,
With the knowledge of medicine.
Yet, my hidden wound is still there,
Not cured, not gone,
Only a waste of time.

Walking through the dark street,
I realize having faith in a miracle,
To seal my hidden wound,
Is worth trying one last time.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

She was lost, abandoned not near her home,
But by school, not teachers.
A few months later, she became a liar.

People wondered why?
She was smart,
Top of her classes,
Loved by family.

People forgave her lies.
She didn’t see a difference.
After a year,
She turned quieter,
Lower class scores.
Hiding from her family.

Her family is worried,
She notices, she thought of leaving,
Better for all.

One day, a young man met her.
And ever since that day,
She smiled, and her smile never faded again.
With no surprise to us all,
She came to the top of her classes once again.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

If you keep the dark truth away,
Toss it into the depth of the unknown.
So, let the world bask in the light,
Let the darkness vanish,
Fade away...
Into nothingness.
Don’t let it whisk you away.

Why don’t we disregard the night?
Just gaze into the stars,
The stars of our dreams.
So, live it,
Enjoy it while you can.
Walk through the light,
Let the darkness fade into nothingness.

You know, and I know,
It’s only a matter of time
Before the darkest days arrive.
So, live it while you can.

Don’t give in,
Keep the light shining,
To fade away
All the darkness that dwells around you.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Where I stood?
Where I stand?
Where will I stand…?

I’m losing my mind!
This game of yours is tearing me apart.

This is where it began,
This is where it's gonna end.

It’s only a matter of time,
Before the broken star.

This is where I stood!
This is where I stand!

You dragged me from the dark.
I was raised in the dark.
I was born in the light!
You kept me from drifting into the dark!

Now, you're sucking me into your game!
Haven’t you had enough…?
Haven’t you tortured me enough…?

You turned my friends against me…
You took some of my loved ones' lives.
You succeeded, I admit it.
You are tearing me apart…

That's gone far enough.
It’s over…
It’s game over…
I give in, you won.

This is it…
I admit you have won!
I am done!
That’s gone far enough,
I’m tired, that’s enough.

Where I stand? Where I stood?
It’s only a matter of time,
Before the broken star.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

With each moonlight shining,
I am reaching the end of my divine.

With every rocky road I have crossed,
I’m chasing an endless dream—
A dream I cannot seem to reach.

Maybe I’m just reaching the end of the divine.
The moonlight shining seems to be fading away.

As the moonlight path can’t seem to end,
I’m just getting further away...
I’m reaching the end of my divine.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Let us begin
What we've never had before.
Let's start again,
Turn things around,
For we've never liked it like this.

So why do we sit
And not do anything?
Let's change things to
What we truly like.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

She murmurs, “It's alright,”
But is it truly so?
One day, a knock upon her door—
“I can't bear it anymore,” she swore.

Yet her voice goes unheard.
As she opens the door,
She assures, “It's alright, I'll manage—
No need to fret.”

Her voice echoes, heard by all.
But will she truly be alright?

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Waiting is a necessity,
As you wait for summer,
Others wait for love.

You might have it all,
Yet you still wait for more desires.

Others have nothing,
Yet they wait for little desires.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Our world is full of beauty,
From the depths of the ocean to the sky.

This beauty, to human eyes, is fading.
Our world is not perfect, but it’s full of beauty.
Our world is doing everything it can possibly do
To function for us to live
And breathe fresh air under the horizon sun.
And that’s what makes it so darn beautiful.

Our world is filled with beauty,
From the depths of the lava underground to high above the sky

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

Your life halted at a sudden tragedy
Along the lengthy road you've traversed.
You confronted numerous fears, yet surpassed them all.
However, now fear has a grip on you.
You're shutting your eyes,
Resistant to opening them.

Listen to life as it rides on carelessness.
Take a look around you.
Open your eyes and observe -
As everything on your life's road is in motion
While you're held back by fear.
Will you allow fear to obstruct your journey on the life road?
Or will you open your eyes?

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

What am I seeking?
I am used to lying and faking nowadays.
As I close my eyes,
Thinking of nothing,
It can be considered certain.

Can’t cry over my weaknesses,
I can only hate myself,
Believing in this pain
My heart endures, this agony.

As I open my eyes,
Seeing the future I've been seeking,
On the other side of this persistent darkness
That I left behind.
There’s a tomorrow that has unlimited time,
Filled with the beauty of truth and reality.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

I've got no control over this choice,
Stay in paradise with my dream's vision,
Or journey to a river, where innocence awaits—
Swimming in my mind, contemplating fates.

Yet, I've come to grasp there's no choice to make,
Only what's necessary, what's at stake.
So I scan the landscape, seeking my path,
Feeling where I'm drawn, no aftermath.

Understanding that duty comes before desire's call,
Not in the paradise forest where riches enthrall,
But in a river's dance of joy and strife,
Where my true purpose lies, shaping my life.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

I harbor no anger,
Nor carry any regret,
No sadness lingers,
It's just my ego, so optimistic.

If you wish to flee,
To the vast expanse of the sky,
Go, take flight, be free,
But shed not my skin.

I won't tether you close,
No desire to restrain,
Not sad, not upset, not morose,
Yet, my heart aches in silent pain.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

On the eve of November eighth,
A pivotal shift in my fate,
A twist in my life's intricate dance,
Parting ways with those who gave a chance.

Welcoming new faces, embracing change,
As I walk down streets, memories arrange,
Flashes from a past life come into sight,
Regrets are few, gratitude takes flight.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart

You once embraced me when the wounds were deep,
Through the hurt I caused, our friendship did keep.

I admit, I opened doors to temptation's call,
Longing for you, my friend, standing tall.

Trust me, believe me, hear my sincere plea,
Oh, just understand the complexities you see.

The things I do, a quest for solace and peace,
To lay my head on your shoulder, worries to release.

I know, sometimes I stumble, fail to find the grace,
But you're my friend, an everlasting embrace.

Changes ripple through, testing trust's domain,
Yet you remain a friend, through joy and pain.

Dear, I won't apologize for crossing lines untold,
In seeking comfort, a story to unfold.

I need to know if your shoulders bear the weight,
Of a friend finding solace, before it's too late.

Understand, my actions aren't a twisted play,
They're just to find if on your shoulders, I may lay.

— by Helen Najar, Lionheart