Granite Soul Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Carved from cliffs of cold disdain,
A heart of stone, impervious to pain.
Weathered by storms of life's harsh gale,
Its walls stand firm, beyond assail.

No warmth seeps through its stony shield,
No tender touch can make it yield.
Emotions crash like waves, in vain,
Against this fortress built of strain.

Yet deep within, a flicker gleams,
A spark of life, of long-lost dreams.
For even stone can crack and break,
When love's persistent chisel makes

Its mark upon the hardened face,
Revealing softness, hidden grace.
The heart of stone, once thought so sure,
Finds strength in learning to endure

Not just the hard, but gentle too,
As life sculpts something wholly new.