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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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When the Past Knocks

When the past knocks, heavy-handed,  
In the shadows of a wounded heart,  
The scars remember each betrayal,  
Yet the door remains ajar,  
Torn between the need for distance,  
And the echo of familiar pain,  
She calls in moments of her darkness,  
When her world unravels again.  

I stand with pieces still unhealed,  
Where trust was shattered, left behind,  
How many times must I remember,  
What she erased, what she denied?  
Is her sorrow now a tether,  
Meant to pull me back once more?  
Or am I free to choose my silence,  
To close the door and heal what's sore?

It’s not a burden I must carry,  
Her regret, her endless plea,  
For I deserve the peace of distance,  
The right to guard what’s left of me.  
And though she calls me in her trouble,  
I must decide if I’ll reply,  
For times may change, but trust once broken,  
Leaves wings too fragile still to fly.

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