(I will whisper this so it stays between us)

Your heart has been broken.
It has been shattered for so long
you believe it will never be whole again.

I will take your hand in mine,
your heart in my other
and walk us down to the river
to our hidden grotto of brick and iron.

I will wield your shadows and shatters
turn them into gold lacquer
rebuild what you thought unfixable
until we see the beauty in the imperfections

– Mae Fraser