This is one of my entry for Conversations with Dead Poets. I love and so identify with the poetry of Anne Sexton. There is such power in her imagery, and she is so skilled at painting a picture with word that reading through her work, looking for the a poem that really created a visual of my own was a major challenge. Then an excerpt struck me, and kept coming back to me. For me these words were a profound truth I had missed the first time through. As I drew, I thought about the little decisions we make every day that change the very course of our journeys. The pull between the the dark side and the light, our fragility, and frailness and yet we are able to hold on because we believe. We have hope.

"Today the yellow leaves go queer, You ask me where they go. I say today believed in itself, or else it fell..."
From The Double Image, selected poems of Anne Sexton