A poem by Crystal Piche ........

SURROUNDED YET ALONE

 

To be surrounded yet alone raised me to my name
For I am who I am
I am that I am
To be "alone" yet never am
It is that way
Giving the greatest thanks for all this day
Beloved are you
I feel you course through
The cell
Having never left
... Such brilliance
Unspeakable
Let it be that
Purity rings through
Strong and true
Healing
Let it be that she blooms