A Glimpse Inside

Come to me sad eyes, with tears in your heart.

Your pain is there across your face, the ripping of your heart.

I hold a balm of love for you, until you can feel your pain.

It brings you death from loneliness, emptiness, and shame.

From this death will grow a love, for your tender heart and soul.

A strength forgotten long ago, is there to help you grow.

Love and compassion for yourself, not self sacrifice;

Is the path of healing light, laughter, and pure delight.

JK

In Times of Trouble, We All Grieve

In times of trouble, we all grieve
The cat will wander and wonder what they could have done right
The parrot will squawk on and on about what they did wrong
The mouse will whimper and hide
The horse will run and run until their problem is solved
The bear will shed his tears, that have been a longtime hidden
The beaver will create and destroy, build and unbuild
The ostrich will wish to fly away
The puppy goes quiet, goes quiet and watches

-A.K. Yearling