My intention, to heal
Do not what harms..

Yet how do I move free
From these pardox arms?

This soul?  She is part
of each one and all..

That has ever been made
Grand design; and small..

My mind flew away
along with my soul..

My heart stays to wait..
What is my true role?

Is healing possible?
If I should stay?

Boundaries I see
may show us the way..

For hearts to follow
their path though hard..

Recovery and healing
From broken glass shards..