“Quit living in the past!” they say. But what about the unredeemed past? Waiting to come up from under the ground buried under emotions of fear - unaware - afraid the fear will name me and I will be ashamed. Go back! Let the arrows fly by you as you tremble in fear and sit. Now look at her and see beyond her fears. Dig submerged under the years of darkness unearthed. Air, light, water, words (time) I forgave you yes, years ago. But there is more: I remember your pain your source of fear worn on your sleeve. There is more to unearth. Air, light, water, words unspoken are now uttered while reclaiming the bond I can not keep it in: I speak my love for you. “Fear is not a life sentence but a gift. Part of the gift only lives when it is shared.” Gareth Higgins