Circle encircling me. Protection? Safety ribbons flowing and clutching, offering the promise of a life other than this. Different. The picture flashes before me but never clear. Actuality and surety elude. Days, weeks, months pass by. No difference. Arms encircle and hold me tight. Encircle and flow with love around and through each part of my being.
Circle suffocates.
Circle spins round and round and eventually tires and falls at my feet.
Encircle self.
Suzy Ham 