Amidst the empty spaces
between scattered words
of poetic adoration
on the page before me
is where I will always
My heart sings for you from a distance
searching for you through existence.
Sharing the past like floodgates open
for the first time in a long time awaken.
Hope blossoms in a terrifying way
watching scenes unfold as if from a play.
The knowledge of fate’s cruel hand
holds fear of the unplanned.
Always there invisible yet strong
you guide me with your singsong.
The healing started– R.J
you know not when.
But then –
“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end…”The Journals of Sylvia Plath, p. 23
If I had my mouth, I would bite;
if I had my liberty, I would do my liking.
In the meantime,
let me be that I am,
and seek not to alter me.William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (1.3.28-30)
Her soul just knew
it had found its
Before she even
It’s you I’m thinking ofJo Shapcott, Of Mutability