Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Amidst the whispering winds of Orkney’s shores, I find myself entangled in a web of woes. Time, a relentless thief, has brought me here, Yet my soul remains shackled by fear.

CPTSD, a thorn haunting my days, Weaving tendrils of terror in hurting ways. Though this land holds promise, serenity profound, I am but a captive, in my own mind bound.

How do I embrace the peace, the tranquility? When my heart echoes with screams of fragility. Like all, I long to dance upon life’s stage, But the shadows of the past, they refuse to disengage.

Yet hope, a flickering flame, refuses to die, Guiding me towards the pink Orkney sky. With each breath, I shall strive to break free, And embrace the peace that beckons to me.

For amidst the rugged cliffs and emerald glens, Lies a sanctuary where healing begins. So I shall take courage, and face my fears, And let the beauty of Orkney dry my tears.

© Elke T.B. Stevens