The healer of the broken.
This is the life she lives in
She has no blame to offer out.
There may be tears of sorrow,
that is all it is about.
This is the life that she carved out,
for her heart to be alone,
to not come first, she never will.
For that she won’t atone.
Always something of a stop-gap
until the lonely find their way.
To sooth and heal in groin and heart
yet with her they never stay
See, she can never be enough
that is the cross she has to bare.
To heal once sick and lonely hearts
into someone else’s care.
The healer of the broken,
the fixer of lost souls.
She no longer walks the path to find
her other half of whole.