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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 Tale They All Recite

A single slip, a stumble slight,  
Becomes the tale they all recite.  
Yet hands that toil, hearts that try,  
Fade unseen beneath the sky.  

A missed step echoes, loud and clear,  
But quiet strides just disappear.  
They count the cracks, the faults, the flaws,  
Not silent work, nor honest cause.  

The weight of wrongs, a heavy chain,  
Yet effort’s whispers call in vain.  
They see the fall, the fault, the break,  
But not the steps you dared to take.  

Still, rise again—though no one sees,  
Though praise is lost upon the breeze.  
For every loss, a lesson stays,  
And effort speaks in unseen ways.

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