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She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,   A dream where love won’t lose its hold.   She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,   Of simple joys, a life well-planned.   She whispers of a quiet home,   Of love that never needs to roam.   She swears that all she wants is me,   But I can see—she longs to be free.   Her eyes drift past the life she draws,   A longing laced between her pause.   She craves the world beyond our door,   Yet tells herself she wants no more.   No walls can hold a restless heart,   No love can make her torn soul part.   She wants this life—she swears it's true,   But deep inside, she’s passing through.
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A Heart's Dilemma

You know your heart is big,  
When it aches for the ones you leave behind,  
Even as you step toward the light,  
Carving a path that's solely yours to find.  

A tug of guilt, a whisper of shame,  
For choosing yourself, for staking your claim.  
The echoes of others, their needs, their cries,  
Linger like clouds in your boundless skies.  

Yet the heart knows, as tender as it feels,  
That self-love heals what time conceals.  
To walk away is not to betray,  
But to honor your truth in a humble way.  

For how can you give what you do not own?  
How can you build when you're worn to the bone?  
A big heart learns, though it stings to part,  
That loving yourself is the truest art.

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