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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Dreams Turn To Stone

A man stands tall, the world expects,
Strength in his stride, no room for regrets.
Yet beneath the surface, a silent despair,
Empty pockets, a soul laid bare.

The whispers linger, sharp as the wind,
"Provide, protect," the creed of his kin.
But what of the nights when dreams turn to stone,
When he wrestles the dark, utterly alone?

He carries the burden, unseen, untold,
A heart that aches, a spirit bold.
Not for himself, but for those in his care,
He builds castles of hope from thin, fragile air.

Oh, cruel weight of what it means to be,
A provider bound by society’s decree.
Yet know this truth, though fortune may wane,
The worth of a man is not tied to his gain.

Rise, O soul, from the ashes of strife,
For value is more than a monetary life.
In kindness, in love, in dreams that persist,
The measure of worth will always exist.

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