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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Sempeo

Sempeo stares, a caged bird in her mind,
Though iron bars no longer hold her tight.
The world unfurls, a tapestry unkind,
Where expectations bind her like a blight.

"Is this freedom?" her weary heart inquires,
So many rules, so many paths to tread.
Society's cage, with judging, watchful eyes,
A different kind of prison, in her head.

She dreamt of flight, of soaring wings unbound,
Yet unseen bars clip every daring thought.
The weight of expectations, all around,
A stifling cloak, so carefully wrought.

Sempeo sighs, a silent, bitter plea,
"Is there a place where one can truly be?"
For even freedom, as the world defines,
Can feel like bars, of societal binds. 

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