Never will there be one worth holding,
Who can truly be held; 
Take that truth and become whole again, 
The pain will become like a stone;
A dark charcoal-black stone,
Your agony, your hard and precious agony, 
Hold it close, 
Lay it on your heart,
Let it hide your sadness. 
Hold it so tightly,
It forms a diamond,
And when the loneliness and heartache overwhelms you,
Peer into the expanse of the glacial stone.
Stare deep into the pain and realize your beautiful truth,
Never will there be one worth holding,
Who can truly be held.