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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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Cracks Ran Deep

This heart was once an open field,  
Soft and warm, a place to yield.  
Where dreams would dance in endless skies,  
Before the world revealed its lies.  

Once I laughed without a guard,  
No walls to shield, no skin so scarred.  
I trusted hands that held my own,  
Till pain carved castles out of stone.  

The blows came swift, the cracks ran deep,  
Each wound a secret I would keep.  
The world grew colder, so did I,  
A fortress built to pacify.  

But I was not always this way,  
Hardened now, come what may.  
The kindness you no longer see  
Was buried by the hurt in me.  

Though this armor serves me well,  
It echoes with the tales I’ll never tell.  
For beneath this shield, a truth persists:  
I was not always like this.

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