Friday, November 8th. 2019
This dark place, where I found her, was her home for a short time. Before that she lived in a grand tower, high up, it even has a balcony. Time past, events took place, she found herself confined. When she didn't manage to escape, she laid down her tools, and bowed her head. Her soul died.
One day, around noon, a gentle figure appeared in the doorway and looked around in wonder. With a hesitant step he walked inside, into the room where her tools lay, where her old Polish icon of the Madonna was still watching over her. Or was she? I am not sure.
Someone was already eyeing her belongings.
At the same time an irresistible force filled her void, where this came from I can only guess.
Moments later, she did break away.
