Lying restless, inertial her thoughts,
oscillating from was , to what could be
Tormenting awareness of a wasted now,
She twists and turns, incessantly.
She finds relief in night no more,
a knight armed with countless dreams
Her faith lost before the joust,
The Spear – a fear of defeat;
Never realising all this while
It was her spear that killed her dreams.
Time , the healer, what shall he heal ?
He fights denial, instead reveals
And gently probing her loveless wounds,
He works his magic and pain shoots.
Sudden panic, oh how she suffers !
Denial , her constant refuge to pain
But Time comes to aid, over and over,
Till she surrenders all to her strength;
Her strength to not seek random shadows
But a familiar and wiser reflection.