Clarity came to her
In a dream, and
With thoughts swirling
She realised the message
And knew she needed
To acknowledge
Before the morning mind
Became corrupted
With exterior voices
And ideations
Influenced
Directed
Tainted;
That what she would do
With the words
Caged in her mind
But seeking freedom
Was to write
Poetry.
Gabrielle Gassin 
“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”