” They say that time heals all wounds, but they who stated such a fact must have forgotten that real love is timeless and pain cannot be measured in years. The hurts that came my way two years ago have not healed. They have been pushed back far into the darkening shadows of my soul, but they are still there. They lie dormant, but with one word, one remembrance, the wound reopens and the hurt throbs again. Time does not heal. It just delays. Time is a rest period for gathering up courage along the way, and picking up hope and putting it gently back in the soul again.”

Yu/stan/kema

When

When does the heart know

When to stop its beat?

When does the mind accept

The reality of defeat?

What does the soul need

To reach for heaven’s light

And give up the hope that

This will come out right? 

When will the body know

It’s time to let go

To become one with

The universal flow?

Yu/stan/kema