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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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Pulled Loose

A single step, a fraction wide,  
A path misread, a shift untried.  
A careless word, a fleeting thought,  
A fraction less than what it ought.  

A simple slip, a moment passed,  
A seed of doubt, a shadow cast.  
A choice so small, too light to see,  
Yet bends the road invisibly.  

The stream that twists from steady flow,  
Begins with pebbles tossed below.  
A thread pulled loose, a weakened seam,  
Unraveled dreams from one misdeed.  

A drifting course, a subtle sway,  
That leads the light a world away.  
What seemed too slight to heed before,  
Now stands a mountain at your door.

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