the letter

You must train your intuition – you must trust the small voice inside you which tells you exactly what to say, what to decide.

Ingrid Bergman

I read again the letter 

Given to me

All those years ago,

Composed in a fashion

As if I'd overheard

Some private thoughts,

A lament,

A plea,

A desperate hope

That I would share,

That I would say...anything

To divine me,

A word or two of
Absolute truth
That might make
Some kind of sketch,  
Which a loving hand

Could touch with care,

And not the silence,

Save the scratching claws

Of some pale creature

Scuttling from the glow of light,

That covered me,

And my heart aches, 
To see that I am as a field of snow,

Blank and spare
And full,
Countless diamond crystals,
Matchless sparks,
Scattered beyond the reach

Of any voice

I've been given
To express.