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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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Ntoiti

Ntoiti, eyes wide with a dawning ache,
A truth unveiled, a world to remake.
The vibrant market, abuzz with trade,
Hid a secret truth, a sickness pervade.

Each face, a mask, a carefully carved guise,
Some smiles strained, with shadows in their eyes.
The confident stride, the boisterous call,
Could cloak a heart that's about to fall.

The hunched elder, weathered and worn,
Might bear a burden heavier than borne.
The playful child, with laughter so bright,
Could carry a darkness hidden from sight.

Ntoiti herself, with spirit so bold,
Did her own facade a deeper hurt hold?
The sickness, it seemed, wasn't just for the frail,
It touched every soul, whispered a hidden wail.

But a new empathy bloomed in her heart,
A connection unseen, a brand new start.
For in shared vulnerability, a comfort did lie,
A chance to connect, beneath each weary sigh.

Perhaps, then, the illness wouldn't define,
But a shared journey, a chance to entwine.
To mend, to forgive, to love and to see,
The beauty in brokenness, humanity's decree.
 

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