Cold as cold can be
This winter left me free
To be my own person
What joy it is
To birth the Self
And to love your new baby
The cherubic delight
That your are
In plain sight
That you hadn't seen before
In forty years or more
But now you know
Now you see
Who you can be
When you've given up
On the self-sabotage
That once looked
A lot like living
~ Sonali
