A Different Spark

Not every wounded hand will strike,

Some guard you when you lack the light,

They don’t want someone else to feel,

The weight of sores that never heal.

Some break the patterns, undo the ties,

And build a place where kindness lies,

They offer hands that guide you through,

Changing pain to something new.

So though the wounded bear their mark,

You might just find a different spark,

Transforming sorrow into grace,

And heal the world they had to face.

Cathrine Hottran 2025