My poem from the workshop: I am a shining star and no one can take the light from my eyes. When my star collapsed into a supernova, I became Wavy Purple. My black hole is the abyss that opens when things get quiet. I attach, I cling, I pull you in like gravity but I am finding more secure attachment now. I have electromagnetism in my boundaries and I attract my desired life. I am a sprawling galaxy, healing day by day and transmuting pain into beauty.