My heart sings for you from a distance
searching for you through existence.
Time unfolds.

Sharing the past like floodgates open
for the first time in a long time awaken.
Happiness unfolds.

Hope blossoms in a terrifying way
watching scenes unfold as if from a play.
Contentment unfolds.

The knowledge of fate’s cruel hand
holds fear of the unplanned.
Trepidation unfolds.

Always there invisible yet strong
you guide me with your singsong.
Strength unfolds.

The healing started
you know not when.
But then –

– R.J

Much Ado About Nothing

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)