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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 Nights

You praise the bloom, the golden rise,
The steady hands, the knowing eyes.
You see the crown, the throne, the peak,
Yet miss the nights they dared not speak.

The silent wars, the unseen scars,
The dreams once lost in falling stars.
The hunger clenched, the debts unpaid,
The whispered prayers, the hope delayed.

The doors slammed shut, the roads gone cold,
The weight of “no” a thousandfold.
The friends who left, the trust betrayed,
The faith that bent but never swayed.

You see them now—refined, composed,
A fire that burns but never shows.
But every giant, fierce and free,
Once crawled through storms you didn’t see.

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