This poem aspires to repair,
Yet won't ask for a forced cheer.
For different symptoms it tends to find,
Whether heart or spirit, troubles in the mind.

Cracks in hearts from harsh words spoken,
Breaking, by hearts that were once frozen.
Time and distance can work to heal,
A new heart grows, forged from steel.

If it's the spirit, beyond my expertise,
Yet a call to a loved one may bring release.
In her absence, exploit what she does best,
Connect, talk, and let the spirit invest.

She may not be physically there,
But her essence, her love, everywhere.
The healing journey may take its time,
Yet through connection, the spirits will climb.

No need for poems to dictate how to feel,
Just reach out, communicate, and let it heal.