Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain.

Where did my optimism run away to hide,

Why now this dread that cannot be denied?

She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse

…and rage.

But disease was just below the surface all along, and now the Piper must be paid…

Oh senseless one, unreasonable and blind, don’t mind your feeble, fluctuating mind, because as your marbles leave you, they are cast: to the wind and to infinity, at last.

She had packed up all her winter clothes, put away her childhood toys, went to bed under many uncertain memories

Must…hold…on. Must…hold…fast.

Faith is a slippery pig. Love is a memory.