Journey across the shattered glass, once the window of a soul entrapment.
Clear, blue skies, twice clouded past; face downward towards the sun-swept pavement.
Carry on, but not too fast, amidst the scars of enslavement.
Let go of shadow's mask, light will cast upon heart's encampment.
Truth be told, quite the task, sets the scene of love's enchantment.
A bitter one, yet better three; heart, mind, and spirit free.