Once One Has Seen God, What Is

I Have The One Person I Could Ever Love In This World. Now I Must Work To Be A Person Worthy Of That.

I Sank Back In The Gray, Plush Seat And Closed My Eyes. The Air Of The Bell Jar Wadded Round Me And I Couldn't Stir.

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

How Can I Tell Bob That My Happiness Streams From Having Wrenched A Piece Out Of My Life, A Piece Of Hurt And Beauty, And Transformed It To Typewritten Words On Paper? How Can He Know I Am Justifying My Life, My Keen Emotions, My Feeling, By Turning It Into Print?

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.