Wounded Child

Sleeping in my clothes
one foot on the floor
I know this sign in me
a child without a home

Soothe the wounded child

At the ready, just in case
one eye half open
anticipating the eviction notice
after hate walked in the door

Cover the wounded child

On the alert
for the slightest shift
tuned in to energy
a dark purpose walks

Stand for the wounded child

Sleeping in my clothes
one foot out the door
no welcome, no settling
when hate walked in smiling

Care for the wounded child

Go play child
chase butterflies, and clouds
I'll stand here, watching
my wing providing shelter

Love the wounded child

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