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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 Caregiver

I cradle the wounds I cannot see,  
Shadows of what once hurt me.  
In every touch, in every deed,  
I tend to others, plant their seed.  

A child once lost in silent despair,  
Yearned for love, for tender care.  
But hands that should have held me tight,  
Were absent in the lonely night.  

Now I mend, not just for them,  
But for the child I was back then.  
Each act of care, each gentle word,  
A healing hymn my soul has heard.  

In giving what I never knew,  
I find the solace long overdue.  
For in their smiles, I start to see,  
The love I give comes back to me.

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