Cold wind the mountain breaks
as it crashes on the stone
though years may bring the mountain down
it doesn’t go alone.
The hammer bends the earthly ore
with the aid of heat
and though the ore bears all the blows
it’s stronger through defeat.
Grief leaves scars within our souls
writhing rivets of deep pain
and sometimes we fear
we won’t be whole again.
But dawn will tear the night apart
and daylight finds the darkest hearts.