Resiliency
A woman named Resiliency had no place to write, so she found a space inside her mind. It invited her: Come sit down, bring your pad of paper and your pen. The woman listened to her mind. She gathered in supplies and climbed onto a limb. There she sat and spoke unto herself. She said to those who died: meet with me. That night they set upon her lids. When they left, she found a room to write in. - Esther Altshul Helfgott
appears in Layers of Possibility: Healing Poetry Palabras Press, Calgary, Alberta, 2007
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