I am tired of dying
of wrestling for freedom.

Too long my life has belonged to others
Too long have I sacrificed myself
I have given myself, as have all mothers
until 'I' no longer was.

Six new lives have I molded
Six sets of wings set free.
A husband too, I've cared for
But what became of 'me'?

A bubble has grown around me
No longer must I wait
If I don't soon break this spell
I'll surely suffocate.

I close my eyes and drift away
to the only place I dare.
A place where all is blue and warm
and soft music fill the air.

My body's light, my mind is calm
No-one can see me here
My worries tumble from within
and everything is clear.

I see a stone, I reach for it
it's blue and smooth and round
and when I cup it in my hands      
I know ....                                                                                                                                                                     
a sanctuary I've found.

Mozzi wrote this poem in the summer of 1997. The inspiration came from a conversation I had with my best friend, Celia. We have had 11 children between us, and suddenly realised that we had been buried underneath all of our responsibilities.