#unbound - Hello Poetry

I laced your skates with steady hands, Tied dreams into those simple strands— Cold mornings, rinks, the sharpened air, A quiet bond that we both shared. On frozen ice, you learned to fall, To rise again, to answer call— Not just to chase a puck in play, But build a mind that found its way. And now on the trails where wheels hum low, Through dirt and gravel, fast or slow, You push beyond what feels like end, And meet the strength you must defend. Endurance carved in every mile, In every ache you face a while— Not punishment, but something more: A forge to shape your inner core. Because this life will test you too, Not just in sport, but what is true— Voices loud will claim they know, And try to tell you where to go. But you, my son, will pause and see, Not bound by their certainty. The strength you build in body and breath Will guide your thoughts, outpace your doubt's depth. For mental steel is earned, not given, In climbs that feel too steep to live in, In moments where you want to quit, But choose instead to stand with it. That same resolve will light your way When truth feels hidden, bent, or gray— You’ll question, learn, and not pretend That altruistic answers always mend. And in that strength, both fierce and kind, You’ll carry more than just a mind— You’ll carry love that does not break, A better world for everyone's sake. Less hate, less fear, less lines we draw, More hearts that see a common law: That every person, every soul, Is worthy, equal, fully whole. So skate, ride, learn—be bold, be wise, Let effort sharpen how you rise. Your strength is more than what you do— It’s how you think, and what is true. And I will stand beside you still, Not to decide, but guide your will— To raise a man both strong and fair, Who meets the world with thought—and care. © 2026 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 10:09 AM UTC

MNPikey

A Mind Unbound

I laced your skates with steady hands, Tied dreams into those simple strands— Cold mornings, rinks, the sharpened air, A quiet bond that we both shared. On frozen ice, you learned to fall, To rise again, to answer call— Not just to chase a puck in play, But build a mind that found its way. And now on the trails where wheels hum low, Through dirt and gravel, fast or slow, You push beyond what feels like end, And meet the strength you must defend. Endurance carved in every mile, In every ache you face a while— Not punishment, but something more: A forge to shape your inner core. Because this life will test you too, Not just in sport, but what is true— Voices loud will claim they know, And try to tell you where to go. But you, my son, will pause and see, Not bound by their certainty. The strength you build in body and breath Will guide your thoughts, outpace your doubt's depth. For mental steel is earned, not given, In climbs that feel too steep to live in, In moments where you want to quit, But choose instead to stand with it. That same resolve will light your way When truth feels hidden, bent, or gray— You’ll question, learn, and not pretend That altruistic answers always mend. And in that strength, both fierce and kind, You’ll carry more than just a mind— You’ll carry love that does not break, A better world for everyone's sake. Less hate, less fear, less lines we draw, More hearts that see a common law: That every person, every soul, Is worthy, equal, fully whole. So skate, ride, learn—be bold, be wise, Let effort sharpen how you rise. Your strength is more than what you do— It’s how you think, and what is true. And I will stand beside you still, Not to decide, but guide your will— To raise a man both strong and fair, Who meets the world with thought—and care. © 2026 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.