My first poem
Took fifty years to write,
It was a piercing look,
With a soft touch,
In a few words,
Saying everything,
That was important,
Leaving space for imagination,
Caressing my raw edges,
Combining words who were –
Seeking out my essence,
Words that said much more
Than what I wrote down,
Shared with the risk of arrogance,
Thinking that I belonged,
Hoping that others,
Would open their hearts
To the words
That took fifty years to write.