1st February 2026

 

stepping into light

a midpoint in the darkness

Imbolc

© Rachel Green January 2026

Here, Tomorrow.

Thou cans't never say that I was false of heart,

for I loved fully and without restraint

for if I ever seemed too far apart

'twas naught but my emotive state.

Betwixt autism and untrusting calms

that any could love me or my devotion match

so many loves have sought another's arms

and quickly seen my love to be detached.

And if in later times I dids't forget thy name

'tis not a slight on thee: I remember not

for my memories and yours are not the same

and I have no thought for those who severed knot.

 My life is in the present whereupon I anchor fast

 and only inside nightmares do I dare relive the past.

© Rachel Green January 2026