Mary's Healing Grace

In Mary's gentle gaze, a haven blooms, My soul unburdens amidst her room, She cradles words I've long kept concealed, A guardian of emotions, revealed. With empathetic ears, she tunes in, In silence, healing gently begins, Her counsel, a lantern through darkened haze, Guiding me through life's intricate maze. Through teardrops shed and laughter shared, She fosters trust, no judgment bared, In this sacred space, I find release, Embraced by solace, my heart finds peace. Mary, my beacon, my mental embrace, In your care, I find strength and grace, To speak and listen, soul unshackled free, In your embrace, I become me.