Only days away from winter, the leaves of autumn, still covering the ground. In a Mantle of fog, darkening days become long, when unwittingly cradled in the darkness.
Memories of a forgotten past, breakout in tears, as the body gets numb, loosing empowerment within. Flickering out the stars above with every breath.
As I’m looking out the stained glass window, for a familiar smile. I have become a slave to a mental prison.
As I’m hoping for a morning walk, on the damped fields, covered in sparkling morning dew, to be held by the warmth of the morning sun.
Only to remind myself that no day is ever the same. That life comes with growing pains, as we learn to realise more of the past.
And remind myself one more time about the mistress within, she fears no shadow, nor does she hold on to the suffering. But she embraces, that what needs to be healed to be whole once more.
© Elke T.B. Stevens 17/12/2020
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 