The Girl and the Crafter

As the Girl sits cornered in her rocking mind
Cradling her heart of broken glass
The Crafter does pass,
And does not fail to see
The girl, falling from what she was meant to be.
"What is it you have my dear?
The Crafter asks, wiping a tear
"What once was a heart has shattered- oh,
Though I remember he promised he'd keep its glow."
The Girl replies, not looking up,
Though he offers her tea from his cup.
"Girl you must realize
To him you must cut your ties,
I realize you loved him , truly I do,
But he wasn't worth you, you realize that's true."
"You don't understand!" and away the Girl flew,
Dropping her heart, broken and blue.
The Crafter lifted a piece, and upon seeing it still sincere
He scoffed at his momentary fear.
"This is nothing, why doesn't she see?
Time, too, is a crafter (though slower than me)
And these hearts are his magic,
And heal with his hand,
Same as anything, except where Deaths stand."
But, sighing, he realized she saw this not,
And decided to help her, to prevent the heart-rot.
So he picked up the pieces and piled them together,
And with the love of a friend, began a heart that would weather.
He took bits of things
Including some of his own heart-strings,
Memories and realizations of many a friend,
But only the true ones, those who'd last to the end-
And from the family, he asked love to send
He needed these supplies
Or he couldn't mend the cracks from the lies,
Couldn't help to cut the ties, or put an end to Sorrow's sighs.

It took many mornings,  but when the end was near,
The Girl came to see, still shedding tear.
Up, the flames roared
The Girl fell into trance
As the Crafter began his almost-dance,
Breathing deep, now blowing
As the glass in the fire started glowing,
He twisted his rod,
Being careful not to nod,
Lest the glass from it fall
And make a moot point of it all.
As he blew through the rod-
The glass began to shake,
"Do be careful, let it not again break!"
Reaching out with her hand, the Girl cried this demand,
But the Crafter not a hair shook
As the glass- A shape it took!
His eyes were bulging,
His chest heaving
And down died the flames
As he took out the rod
Finally letting his head to nod.
And on the end was not a sphere-
But her repaired heart- with a whole new atmosphere
"So how do you feel?" his head foggy and unreal
The Girl paused before holding up her head,
"Stronger, more like "Woman" now."
Crafter nodded, to match her self, his gift was built to last
The new heart was thicker, though for it no colder,
Still made of glass, but for it the bolder.
Years later the Woman was telling a friend
How even hearts, with effort, can mend.