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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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A Softer Burden

The clock ticks slow, yet the hours rush by,  
Beneath fluorescent lights, I quietly sigh.  
Hands that toil for a dream too far,  
While the days feel small, and the nights leave scars.  

The weight of the world sits heavy and still,  
A paycheck stretched but never fulfilled.  
Dreams postponed for another time,  
When rest will come, when stars will align.  

But oh, how tired the spirit feels,  
Like pushing a cart with broken wheels.  
And still, I rise, though my back may bend,  
To chase the hope that waits at day’s end.  

Perhaps tomorrow will hold more light,  
A softer burden, a gentler fight.  
For though today I am weary, low,  
There’s strength in knowing I’ll rise once more.

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