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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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Healing’s Compounding Effect

Fifty-two weeks, the cycle turns,
Each scar a lesson, each ache that burns.
A year of growth, a time to mend,
The soul finds strength where shadows bend.

The fifty-third dawn, a choice appears,
To build on wisdom from the fading years.
Roll over your healing, let it expand,
A compounding force, like grains of sand.

Each tear that fell now waters roots,
Pain transforms to tender shoots.
The echo of hurt fades with grace,
As healing's light takes its place.

Decide anew, with courage vast,
To compound the lessons of the past.
For every year, the cycle is clear—
Healing grows stronger when we persevere.

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