by Joanna Gilman Hyde

Yesterday I was saved

not by Christ

but by my own fortitude

from the depths

of a mini-depression

wherein I lost my sense of self

my ability to care for myself

in the turmoil of questioning

My Purpose

and now today

I sit in my corner room

overlooking the Atlantic

to listen to the silvery whisps

of the birdsong

I love

wafting through

my open window