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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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Jolene Mwelu

Jolene Mwelu, eyes on the shore,
Watches the ocean's rhythmic roar.
Waves crash and churn, a salty spray,
Secrets they keep come what may.

Sun-drenched sands, a turquoise sheen,
Bathers alight, a vibrant scene.
But Jolene knows, with a knowing smile,
The tide's retreat reveals a while.

Those who dared to shed their guise,
Naked and free beneath sunlit skies.
The ocean's embrace, a fleeting delight,
Exposed by the ebb of fading light.

So Jolene ponders, with wisdom untold,
Truths are unveiled when waters grow cold.
The depths we conceal, the masks we hold,
The tide's retreat, a story unfolds.

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