The toil was long
Through the torpor to work
No knowing the purpose
Faith was the strongest tool.

Hours of weeping-
Days of screaming at nothing
What was absent?
The goal to find anything.

Toggle with emotions
Block needless regret
Rely on the gut
Receive the needed strength.

Walls of cement and stone
Gave way to painted glass-
Buried deep beneath the surface
The purpose was found.

Though guarded for protection
Too blocked to feel again….
Breaking down the obstinate barrier…
A heart was found again.