A heavy heart can weigh you down;
Pull you so low, you can
Take shade under a grass blade.
It’s broken, torn down,
Your credence is now just a pile of rubble.
And the bits can’t be pieced together.
Every inch you move;
Seems like a never ending mile.
Nothing interests you, not even a lungful of air.
Though it can’t add a split second to your life;
Worry becomes your new abode,
In which you seek refuge for an eon or more.
Worry no more; just say a word of prayer;
Those which are impossible by the mortals
Is possible in the hands of the Supernatural.