Run away, stay away. Heartbreak, heartjoy. A tear, a smile. A sob, a laugh. The pain, the sorrow. The hatred, the love. The dancing, the collapsing. The insanity, the heartjoy. The cracking in her soul, the good, the bad in her life. The glued smile on her face, she will not cry. The brilliance in her mind, the wrong words out of her mouth. The happy tears, the wonderful friends. The agonizingly slow healing, the peace in her heart. The strength she didn’t know was there, continues to grow. The physical therapist, the friends give her a reason. The late nights, the love in her heart. The struggles, the triumphs. The hope, the love.