Parents And Hearts Desire

In the quiet of the night's embrace,

A child's struggle finds its place.

Bound by the chains of parental decree,

Forced onto paths he never wished to see.

His heart, a prisoner of silent screams,

Longed for a world of tech and beams.

But his parents' dreams held him fast,

Guiding him toward a future past.

Medicine and surgery, their chosen lore,

Yet his soul yearned for so much more.

With each passing day, the weight grew,

As he pondered dreams he barely knew.

The walls of expectations pressed him tight,

The agony of unspoken dreams, a silent fight.

But voicing his truth proved a daunting task,

For past attempts met a dismissive mask.

A memory lingers, a wound still raw,

When his desires were dismissed with a saw.

Brushed aside as folly, his dreams denied,

Leaving his spirit bruised, his ambitions tied.

So he buried his dreams in the depths of his soul,

Playing the role his parents did extol.

Yet the ache remained, a constant plea,

For a chance to set his spirit free.

In the maze of expectations, he wandered alone,

Searching for a path to call his own.

But fear held him in its suffocating grip,

As he grappled with dreams he wished to rip.

The fear of disappointment weighed heavy,

As he gazed into the abyss, feeling unsteady.

What if his dreams were too wild, too bold?

Would they crumble, leaving him cold?

But deep within, a flicker of hope glowed,

A spark of light that refused to be slowed.

For in his heart, he knew the truth,

His happiness lay in pursuits uncouth.

So he steeled his resolve, stood tall,

Ready to confront the storm, to risk the fall.

With trembling voice and heart laid bare,

He shared his dreams, his deepest prayer.

Would his words fall on deaf ears once more,

Or would his parents see the dreams he bore?

As silence lingered, heavy in the air,

His parents' gaze softened, showing care.

For in his eyes, they glimpsed a fire,

A passion burning bright, a deep desire.

Though hesitant at first, they began to see,

The depth of his longing, his need to be free.

With tears of joy and hearts aglow,

They promised to support him as he'd grow.

No longer bound by expectations old,

He found the courage to break the mold.

As the dawn breaks on a new day,

He steps forth on a path, come what may.

With his parents' blessing, his spirit sings,

As he spreads his wings and soars on wings.

Though the journey ahead may be long,

He knows he's where he truly belongs.

For in following the whispers of his heart,

He's found the courage to make a new start.

So let his tale be a beacon of light,

A reminder to follow dreams, take flight.

For in the end, it's not the path we're given,

But the one we choose that defines our living.

In the tapestry of life's design,

May his story be a guiding sign.

To chase the dreams that set us free,

And embrace the path that's meant to be.

With every step, with every breath,

May he find solace, conquering death.

For in the end, when all is said and done,

It's the journey that matters, not the run.

With head held high, he walks his way,

With courage and strength, he'll seize the day.

For in the pursuit of dreams untold,

Lies the greatest adventure, worth more than gold.

Though the road may twist and bend,

May he find peace, may he ascend.

For in the end, when shadows fade,

It's the dreams we chase that never wane.

In the end, may he find his true voice,

May he follow his heart and make his choice.

For in the pursuit of dreams, we find our true selves,

And in the end, that's all that truly dwells.