Solid Purpose

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

Hours of weeping-
Days of screaming at nothing.
What was absent?
The mirror showing a fool.

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 at length.

Though guarded for protection
Too blocked to feel something true-
Breaking down the enforced barrier…
A heart was found again.