In Time.

Taken from Trickery

Spoken, words alone no longer move me.
I am not young, not so easily tempted by surging waves of emotion
I now know that these tempest do pass.

Solitude, the idea no longer scares me.
I am strong, silent horizons with absent shores do not phase me
I am enough to be my own company.

Stirring, sometime I still feel a flutter.
In those moments of weakness, I still wish for the excitement of a devoted passion or a star-crossed destiny.
In those moments, I remind myself

I am not a slave to my heart but a believer in the strength of a rational mind.