He who cradles his broken heart. Holding it close to him to keep it safe. Guarding it carefully as it begins to mend. Protectively sheltering it from more hurt. What of life does he miss while he tends? Who may have passed by while he wasn't looking? Perhaps he missed seeing one whom could help. The ones who tried to reach out to him, but were pushed away. Can he dare to look around? Should he risk reaching out? Are there any who are strong enough to stand by and wait? Those that can see through the pain? How can he risk more pain to reach out? What will he let slip by because of fear? Those who are strong of body and mind. Yet so tender in the heart and soul. Who is strong enough to help him? Can he see through the pain to find them? Should he open his eyes to the world? What wonders would he see? Perhaps he'll find that he's not alone. That he's surrounded by those that love him. Those that would share in his greif if they could. He would see them picking up the pieces. They tenderly help to rebuild his heart. Fitting all the pieces together so that he might be whole. Helping to fill the empty space left when his heart shattered. Showing him that he is still cared about, still loved. Perhaps he wont reach out today, or tomorrow. It may not be next week, or the week after. But they will still be there, ready to help. Those that are loyal and true, his family and friends.