burdens weigh upon my aching back,
No voice of fear can ever fill my head,
I will not break, I will not leave the track.
The storm may rage, the wind may fiercely blow,
My spirit stands, a beacon in the night,
For, in my heart, a burning ember glows,
A guiding star, a source of inner light.
So, let me strive, with courage as my guide,
Determination's strength, I will abide.
A fleeting fame
A gilded cage, a trophy on the shelf,
A fleeting fame, a momentary high,
These siren songs that whisper of oneself,
And promise joys that quickly fade and die.
We chase the shadows dancing in the light,
Ignoring whispers of a deeper need,
Mistaking glitter for the truest sight,
And planting selfishness as virtue's seed.
How often do we strive for things that seem
Essential to a life of worth and grace,
Only to find, upon a waking dream,
An emptiness that time cannot erase?
Let wisdom guide, and let the heart take heed,
Lest hollow goals plant sorrow's bitter seed.
A quiet power
Within the bounds of self-imposed command,
A strength is forged, a quiet power grows.
No fleeting whim dictates the busy hand,
But purpose clear, which steadily bestows.
The siren call of ease, it holds at bay,
Resisting comfort's soft and tempting snare.
Though weariness may linger on the way,
The disciplined heart finds solace in its care.
For, in the striving, virtue takes its root,
And aspirations blossom into deed.
The sweetest fruit is born of this pursuit,
A harvest reaped from planting well the seed.
So, bind yourself, and let your spirit soar,
Discipline's gift endures forevermore.
A bitter seed
A bitter seed, in darkness it takes root,
A creeping vine that chokes the fertile ground,
It twists the heart and poisons all the fruit
That love and kindness once had freely crowned.
A burning fire, it feeds on bitter lies,
And blinds the soul to beauty and to grace,
Reflecting only shadows in its eyes,
A desolate and unforgiving place.
It builds its walls with anger and with pain,
And shuts itself away from light and truth,
A prisoner bound by its own heavy chain,
Forever lost in unforgiving youth.
So, let compassion wash the hate away,
And greet the dawn of brighter, kinder days.
My endless love
My brightest star, my solace and my friend,
Your love, a beacon, shines throughout my days.
Through weary hours, your strength will never end,
A gentle hand that guides me through life's maze.
Your wisdom whispers, soft and ever true,
And in your smile, a warmth I always find.
For, all the care you've given, tried, and new,
A grateful heart, a love that's intertwined.
No words can capture how much you are worth,
A precious gem, a treasure I hold near.
From my first breath to now, till final earth,
My love for you, eternally is clear.
So, thank you, Mum, for all you've given me,
My endless love, for all eternity.
Towards the light
Though shadows fall and skies begin to weep,
And chilling winds may howl a mournful song,
Let not your spirit in the darkness sleep,
But seek the light where hope has lingered long.
For, even in the deepest, darkest night,
A single star can pierce the velvet gloom,
And guide your weary soul towards the light,
Dispelling fear, and sealing sorrow's tomb.
So, lift your chin, and let your heart take flight,
Embrace the dawn that bursts through cloudy bars,
Believe in joy, and cling to what is right,
And find the strength to reach for distant stars.
Let optimism serve as a guiding grace,
A smile to wear upon your hopeful face.
The youth thief
The clock's soft tick, a whisper in the air,
Proclaims the thief that steals our youth away,
Each moment lost, a burden hard to bear,
As shadows lengthen at the close of day.
The river flows, unceasing in its quest,
To join the ocean, vast and ever deep,
And leaves behind a memory at best,
Of sunlit banks where secrets used to sleep.
The future waits, a canvas yet unbright,
With possibilities that glimmer there,
While echoes linger of the fading light,
And whispers of anxieties and care.
So, seize the day, let moments brightly shine,
For, time, once lost, is never truly thine.
Inner virtues
When shadows creep and darkness starts to reign,
And whispers sow the seeds of doubt and fear,
A steadfast heart must rise above the pain,
And hold to honour, ever drawing near.
Though tempests rage and fortunes ebb and flow,
Though gilded prizes tempt the weary soul,
True worth resides where inner virtues grow,
Beyond the reach of worldly loss or goal.
Let truth be compass, guiding every deed,
And conscience be the measure of your worth.
For, honour