I have pushed the thread 
through
I am ready to heal our wounds
Numb pain 
but calm heart 
though I am shaken by the burden.
The cracks and wounds in my own heart
have grown crooked
Its wisdom is scattered enough now.
I have hardened.
But I do not complain, nor will I ever..
You see...
I have this thread
And together with its needle
I can teach. 
I can teach the art of helping