How
How do you scale the wall
That fortifies the soul?
How do you mend the broken mind,
And restore the beaten soul?
The heart that has never learned to love,
The spirit that has never risen,
The life that has never truly lived,
The eyes that have never seen the sunrise,
As dark clouds slowly drifted by.
How do you find the hope to bring
The songs the heart was meant to sing?
The voice that never learned to speak,
The inner voice that longs for sound.
How do you find the lost soul,
Lift the weight upon the mind,
Climb the mountain that brought you down,
Yet still believe you'll hear love's sound?
How do you teach a child to care,
When no one showed that love was there?
How do you fill an empty place
That years of silence could not erase?
Perhaps no wall is climbed at once,
No mountain conquered in a day.
When dawn first whispers through the dark
Before it drives the night away.
It starts with one kind word,
One gentle hand held out somehow.
The smallest seed can split the stone,
Within the silent heart, alone.
For every forest starts with seed,
Each sunrise wakes the waiting sky.
One act of love begins somehow,
Like morning breaking through the sky;
The sun that melts the winter snow,
Though none can tell us when or why.
A gentle word... a helping hand...
A kindness whispered from the heart;
Like spring that steals through winter's
grasp,
Till frozen hopes at last depart,
Melting the ice that winter laid
Upon a heart so very young;
Until the silence finds its voice,
And softly sings,
"I am here. I always was."
Then, at last, the heart begins to sing.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (July 2026)
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