The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...

Fatherhood

The silent worry in the late-night dark,

A heavy weight, a lonely, burning spark.

The child's soft breathing, a rhythm slow and deep,

While fathers watch, and promises they keep.


The weary shoulders, burdened with the need,

To plant the hopes and nurture every seed.

The scraped-up knees, the lessons learned too late,

The quiet fears that seal a father's fate.


But in the chaos, where the triumphs lie,

A tiny hand that waves, a loving eye.

The first unsteady steps, a fearless fall,

A father's grip, to catch and hold them all.


The laughter echoes through the sunlit room,

A brilliant bloom dispelling every gloom.

A graduation cap, a tear-filled gaze,

The pride that lifts him up through all his days.


He sees his face in a new, young, hopeful view,

The man he was, and the man he's becoming, too.

And in the mirror of the child's success,

The father's story finds its truest blessedness.


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