Okello

Okello, eyes like sunbaked clay,

Gazed at the world in his own quiet way.

A man of strength, a stoic hide,

Emotions locked away, deep inside.

But whispers turned to a growing hum,

A truth untold, a feeling numb.

It gnawed at him, a constant ache,

A burden carried, for goodness sake.

Then came a moment, a shift in the breeze,

A dawning courage to set his spirit at ease.

He knew the paradox, the seeming defeat,

That vulnerability can sometimes be sweet.

To show his scars, the cracks in his might,

Was not surrender, but a path bathed in light.

For in that exposure, a strength newly found,

A connection shared, on empathy's ground.

So Okello, with a tremor in his voice,

Shared his weakness, a liberating choice.

The world listened, with surprise and respect,

For true power lies in hearts that connect.