Shades of night are
Falling fast as the blue glass sea
Becomes a tuneless treble to my ears.
I am lost in the absence of sound.
I no longer understand the logic of words.
Visions of days depart into the sea
Like seashells adrift on the sand.
Once lost, Once found.
Toni, VFI Workshop Participant
(from Women Writing in Prison: An Anthology)