When my last child went to college and my husband died just a few short months later, I had an identity crisis. I have come to realize that my identity never changed, but my roles did. I am a child of God and my identity lies in Christ.
This poem was written after entering a pothole with a team of cavers and wriggling through a wormhole which connected to another large dark cavern. I was the first to enter the cavern and was in relative darkness whilst waiting for others to join me.