Absolution
A pen her only weapon, she brandished it at life.
From within her cave of thoughts, she used it as a knife.
Cutting out the sadness, filleting the pain,
she served them out on pages sacrificed to rain.
Let the press of water wash them clean again.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A beautiful poem.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Succinct: The greatest possible compression. This is masterful and precise. I love it!
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Thanks Victoria. Fun to have to make those prompts behave together.
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A great new beginning! I love this!
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Short and powerful.
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Brilliant!
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Full of meaning. I like it.
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Have you gotten a bad hair cut and gained weight in preparation for the reunion yet, Mary? I’m all set!!!
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Both! I’m not kidding!
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Me too, sigh. We’ll be the ugly sisters together.
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Val will look like a million dollars.
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We can switch sisters. Val can be Patti’s!!!
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Will Patti wear a crown?
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Doubtful.
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