The Return

Long ago,
You played with the child in the forest.
Not so long ago,
You returned to the woman behind the mask.

You were always a part of me
Though I did not feel you.
You were always there for me
Though I did not see you.

When darkness engulfed me
You were still there.
When inner voices of criticism drowned me
You were still there.

But,
I could no longer hear you,
I could no longer see you,
I could no longer believe in you,
Though you were still there.

I consigned you to the shadows,
Believing you were a fantasy.
I did not hear your voice,
Over the din of confusion and self doubt.
And you were still there.

How did you know what to do?
How did you move me to action?
How did you choose that moment?
How did you know what would reach me?

 In a crowded space,
Wearing Halloween horns
 

I am moved by the timbale player.
He is moved by me.

I am dancing without care.
I am alive in the sea of the living.
The timbale player reaches out to me
And our hands clasp together.
We are one in that moment.

You came with me,
The Fool on her journey.
You sent me to the timbale player,
The Magician whose touch transformed me.

Such magic he had!

You danced with me to the timbales.
Together, we found new life.
Together, we found each other.

At the end, you exhausted me.
At the end, I knew the truth.

I see you again,
I hear you again,
I believe in you again.
I know you are with me.

I will remember the timbale player.
I will remember the magic.
I will remember the joy of the dancing.
I will never leave you in the shadows again.

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