Swapping Shelter With Will

Where is that kind home,
softly known,
where we once lived
in a fragile dome?

Where is the place,
the gentle “there,”
where no tear touched
care or fair?
It still exists
in memory’s light,
but we outgrew
its sheltered sight.

Now we stand
in heavier air,
learning how
to carry unfair.

With enough care
left to share,
enough love
to mend despair,

we learn to deal,
we learn to heal,
forging hope
from wounded will.