There he is again
The little boy showing up
Holding his broken heart
Looking for that love
That never seems to be enough
There she is again
The little girl hiding behind
Her mother’s skirt
Not sure the world
Is a safe place after all
These wounds we carry
From there to here
From then to now
Haunt us from time to time
When they show up
Pay attention
Reassure
The child within
Yes, there is enough
To go around
Yes, love will take us through
All the way
To the end
© 2022 December Julie Clark
Every end of Winter
Before Spring finally comes
I find myself needing to
Bolster myself with hope
To gather the fragments
I can find
Into a basket
To turn over stones
Looking for something shiny and bright
To scan the trees for feather or flutter
To listen to stories
Of those who have come through
A dark winter, or time
Where help arrives
Just in time
Where a secret door is found
Out of the dark passage
Where an innocent prisoner is freed
When the trauma of the world
Weighs too greatly on my shoulders
This is when i need
To grab my basket
And start collecting hope
© 2023 Julie Clark
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