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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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Wakesho

In the stillness of the day, Wakesho sits,
Listening closely to her heart's soft wits.
Her intuition whispers, gentle and true,
"You are not savage, for that's not you.

You were just hurt, scars unseen,
A wounded spirit, where love has been.
It changed you, yes, but not to stone,
Your heart still beats, not fully grown.

Through trials and tribulations, you've tread,
Yet kindness remains, not easily shed.
For in the depths of pain, a lesson learned,
Compassion blooms, its fires burned.

So listen closely, dear Wakesho, dear friend,
Let your intuition guide, let it mend.
For within you lies a strength untold,
A gentle soul, forever bold."

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