When I am shattered

I will sit down in the dust

And draw a protective circle.

And as I splinter

I will watch for who comes

To stand at the line I’ve drawn.

From the center I will wait

Until I find the rocky bottom

Of the pit I’m mired in.

Then I will raise my head

And look into the eyes

Of those who came to guard me.

And through the power

Of the circle I called to me

My pieces with fit together again.