Troubled, are you?

Worried, are you?

Shaken, are you?

Broken, are you?


I heard you were down.

I heard you were hurt.

I heard you were worn out, shattered.

I heard you could barely stand.


You struggle.

You stagger.

You tremble.

You crumble.


No tears left.

A shadow of your former self, you are now.

No strength left.

A wisp of smoke easily blown away, you are now.


Broken, shattered you may be now.

It is darkest before dawn.

Your sun will rise again.

Each warm ray will come forth with healing on its wings.


A healing balm comes forth; to bind the broken, the shattered, the worn out, burned out soul.