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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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The Long Road

I set my sights on progress slow,  
Where steps are steady, and growth is low.  
Each inch forward feels like a mile,  
Though I push on, my spirit in trial.  

The goal’s a whisper, far from here,  
A faint glimmer—close, then unclear.  
I yearn for leaps, for swift relief,  
Yet find no shortcut to my belief.  

The journey stretches, one breath at a time,  
With no fast-forward, no perfect rhyme.  
So here I walk, no dash, no race,  
Each patient step, a quiet grace.  

One day at a time, I’ll make my way,  
Trusting in the slow of day by day.

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