There are times
the heart must heal,
the mind release,
and the soul ascend.

Tomorrow is not another day,
but another way.
Into the past we may flee,
to face the sorrows we have seen.

In time we fragment,
a divided being.
The illusion of it's passage,
a lie with no meaning.

Then, it happens...
The selves come together,
a sharing of knowledge,
leading to new wisdom.

Christina Alison Chiarillo