Oh how this is missed;

how needed this is.

Amidst tests for patience,

for strength, how this calms...

The being lost

amongst unspeakable words,

swimming in a troubled mind,

in tides of changing emotions;

how this soothes...

This being alone

in the freedom between reason, spirit

and the tangible paper, pen.

Oh how long this was awaited;

how no tears have rained.

For thoughts uncomforted

and emotions incomplete, how this saves...

how this makes breath

beat again.

June 2001