Strength in Vulnerability

In a village quaint, where whispers dance,

Lived Munyaka, with a soul's advance.

Her words, a river, gentle and wise,

Spoke truths that lit up even darkest skies.

With eyes like pools, reflecting stars,

She gazed upon her husband, Gwaro, afar.

"Dear Gwaro," she said, with love's soft tone,

"Strength lies not in standing alone.

To move ahead, one must embrace,

The vulnerability that holds no trace

Of shame or fear, but rather a key,

To unlock the door to destiny.

For in our weakness, we find our might,

And in seeking help, we walk in light.

No man is an island, nor should he be,

For we're bound by threads of humanity.

So let your walls crumble, let your heart unfurl,

For in vulnerability, lies the pearl

Of growth and courage, to face the day,

Together, hand in hand, come what may."

Gwaro, moved by her words so true,

Saw in her wisdom, a path anew.

With Munyaka's guidance, he learned to see,

The strength in vulnerability.

Hand in hand, they faced the tide,

With hearts open wide, side by side.

For Munyaka knew, and Gwaro now understood,

That to move forward, they must be vulnerable for good.