Once I understood my place in the world,
I moved freely about it
though it was small and dark,
lit only by my violet aura,
and there I tended a slender hope
that had sprouted out of nothing,
pulling moisture from my breath
while yearning upwards toward
a fantasy of the sun,
and like this it lived contentedly,
which contented me,
for its existence was evidence
I was capable of growing something
men couldn’t see
or take from me.
