It is through your eyes
That I can see the wounded children
Inside so many of the adults around me.
The adult part of me
Tends to judge them too harshly.
That jaded part of me doesn't see others
With the empathy of children.
It is only when I tap into your understanding
Of the pain endured in childhood
That I am able to reach out to them
With love and compassion.
I know this is a gift
Born of your suffering.
Only because of your pain
Do I understand the pain of others.
When they strike out
It isn't really at me
But at those old spectors of the past.
I too have had my times of striking out blindly
At the wrong people.
Let me not judge those around me with a hard heart.
Let me see through a childs eyes
With a clear vision and a tender heart.
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