When you came to me in the mental ward
you told me, like an angel,
I was pregnant with possibilities.
Just then a great power flowed
like a spark of creation through
your fingertip pressed against my own.
In that instant I ceased to be wretched
and became a woman ripe with life.
There's my 55 words, even though it's only Thursday evening here.
The Winter Solstice is upon us...
4 days ago