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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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Red Flags, Hopes, and Heartache

I saw the red flags waving, bright and bold,  
But told myself they'd soften, turn to gold.  
I closed my eyes and hoped for light to gleam,  
Believed in love, convinced it wasn’t a dream.  
  
Each sign, a warning, whispered in the breeze,  
But I wrapped them up in fragile fantasies.  
I thought that time would change what I could see,  
That love could heal what wasn’t meant to be.  
  
Three times the trust was shattered, cold and clear,  
Yet still, I held on tight despite the fear.  
I wanted green where only red could grow,  
And now I carry pain I should’ve known.  
  
But still, I rise, though broken, though undone,  
For in the end, I’ve learned I am the one  
Who’ll set my heart a fence upon the cliff,  
To guard my soul, to give myself the gift—  
  
Of peace, of strength, of lessons that remain,  
For though I bled, I’ll bloom beyond this pain.

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