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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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Dull And Light

Some wounds fade like whispers in the wind,  
Softened by days that quietly mend.  
Scars once sharp grow dull and light,  
Dissolving gently into night.  

Yet others linger, deep and raw,  
No balm in waiting, no soothing thaw.  
Time alone won’t make them cease,  
They beg for courage, they crave release.  

A step, a word, a choice to stand,  
To stitch the past with steady hands.  
For healing comes not just with years,  
But in the face of buried fears.  

So some wounds wait, and some demand,  
That we rise and act, not just withstand.  
For time may soothe, but change must start,  
When we dare to mend a fractured heart.

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