She didn’t know herself any longer.
One day, she glanced at a photograph and saw,
For the first time,
That she was no different to the figures at her side;
Different faces, different forms, yet the same somehow.
She allowed her days to be identical.
Would it really have been so hard to liven things up a little?
Instead, she wrapped the blanket too tightly when
She wasn’t even cold.
And then she saw the photograph.
There was something there that said – go –
That moment has been now. Remember it,
Then go, go and make some more.