You're feeling broken,

Sprawled on the ground.

I can see you crying,

But you can't explain why.

You said your strength's gone,

So just use mine instead.

The mirror holding your gaze

Is shattered, quite distorting

The sight you see when you look within.

Poets are more than chroniclers.

Can you trust me to display

What it is I see in you?

If I write it will it make a difference

Or will you just keep on slipping away,

Feels like you're trying so hard

To slip away from my heart,

Yet you say my heart's your home.

Keep your hope strong, dear,

And you'll make it through this fine.