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A dozen ‘inside’ women wrote together on the Winter Solstice. We decorated our writing table with sprigs of balsalm, a red poinsettia tablecloth, and dimmed the lights.
Our prompts included: snow-white world … drive the dark away … the darkest season … turning point of the year … lighted candles in winter trees … what are you waiting for? …
Here’s a powerful excerpt from DG:
What are you waiting for?
I’m scared, actually, terrified.
This way of life has molded me.
This is who I am.
No dreams, no ambitions,
no motivation, no responsibility.
How easy my life goes by.
My other love.
My first love,
the one I gave away.
What am I waiting for?
Her nose up to the window,
Watching me drive away.
Crying for me (the only one that can comfort her),
and I still drive away.
Will I ever overcome this?
What am I waiting for?
WRITING INSIDE VT 
The poem I just read is beautiful and sad. I hope the woman who wrote the poem can be with her child soon
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Thanks for writing, Priscilla. It took great courage for the woman who wrote it to share it–she almost “passed” during her turn. Instead, she asked another woman prisoner to read it for her. Naturally, the piece moved her to tears..an important part of the healing process and (hopefully) an impetus toward making healthier choices in future. Blessings to you in 2012.
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