There are moments when we are transfixed
Pulled into a memory as if stolen from the present
The way we feel when we gaze up at an evening star
Mesmerized, awed, momentarily hopeful, and then…
Fettered back down to the heaviness of the present
Where the air is weighted, where life has broken our spirits
And that star, once so hopeful, seems chillingly far away
Wistfully shining, mockingly out of reach.
The Therapy of Words 