Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

When confusion invites to forgive, where do you compromise.

How do you give a hand that doesn’t want to be taken.

Confusion on who needs forgiveness a lesson only time and experience can tell.

Now I’m flying low, no sight on the whole story only cut in a spiral of query of trust.

Finding myself in a maze of dark thoughts, running for flashes of hope.

Finding more shadows behind every corner and still I want you close, still I feel warm.

Would you believe me if I told you? Would I believe you if you told me?

Confusion invites me to confront my shadow, with one question! Could I ever love without expectations and what about my heat’s freedom?

© Elke T.B. Stevens 11/05/2019