Your mind is a child
Hurt
By rough playing:

Let me hold her
Close to my heart.
Let her cry, softly
On my shoulder
Until all tears are dry
And a happy smile
Brightens her face,
Until she’s ready to run
And join her friends in play,
More cautious, now,
Not to be hurt again.

Your heart is a room
Closed
For too long:

Let me come in
Open all windows,
Turn on all lights,
To chase away
Every last shadow,
Every musty breath.
Feel the bright spring air
Rush in, charged
With the scent of flowers
And the warmth of the sun.

Your mind is a book
Stained with tears:

Let me write on each page
A word of happiness
And a wish for peace,
To replace the hopeless thoughts
You recorded here, one by one,
In your lonely nights.

My mind
Is a deep ocean
Restless under the sun:

Throw in your burden
And watch it sink,
See the waters rush
Over it, eager
To resume the endless
Pulse of their waves.

Walk free, on my shore
Then on your own trail,
Your foot light, your stride confident,
Your heart filled
With a new strength.

As you walked this path once
You might walk it again
Only, now you know
How to trace your own footsteps
And find your way back.