The left hand goes numb
Over time the heart throbs
Read the ancients
They will tell you
We are capsules
In time carrying the weight
It only grows
What we miss we wish
What we hold
Will grow old
And with time the
Answers we sought
Will become more
Evident
A truth untold
In ourselves
Not only ours
Belonging to
All of us
Sharing the best
We hold the worst
In this we find
Later that the
Understanding was
Always a part of us
Never open enough
Inside to receive
An invitation
To the self
© GÄ
Poétique 