* cleansing IV *** by calico_jester
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At the edge of creation and destruction lies rebirth and a new beginning ...
A Rebirth
by niclwrnce
i sit on my own sternum weaving strings of discord into gold.
pulling knots, frays
and all that’s strung me out
to fix a way back home to myself
wherever it is i left me, somewhere, lost along the way.
the journey is long. i am tired of looking for rest in bodies.
but Resilience slips from my breath with a sigh.
works herself through these hands as if to say, this work is all for you.
so i reach down past the root.
past crooked scars.
past all the broken things i thought i became & i keep digging.
‘till i heave all the dirt up out of my lungs & finally
...i can breathe again.
i lay all that’s buried me ‘tween the rows of my ribcage.
except this time, i sow seeds meant for the reaping.
tuck them beneath the soul with a prayer and say,
i forgive myself for leaving.
& with that, my eyes open a morning dew to greet me.
say, I forgive myself for believing you less than whole,
and i watch as my skin stitches itself back together
with a lesson in every seam.
say, i forgive myself for choosing everything, except for me
& with that, my ribs splay themselves open
for a love that begins and ends here.
here, in this laying of bones & dirt.
where a death i thought would end me,
has left me reborn.
i recall Joy before i ask her to remember me,
and she falls over my limbs like rain.
seeps into my roots and i know that at this end,
i am still at a good start.
that i can be mo(u)rning, sunshine or not.
i say I am forgiven
and my mouth opens with a smile.
face set like a new day is promised.
joy sprouts up out the hole in my chest like revelation on a sunday morning.
this dawn is one i can call my own.
i let the sun bathe me until i, too, shine again.
there will be another morning. so i say to myself,
be gentle, you're blooming.
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Comments (1)
RodS
Like a phoenix rising from the flames..... Wonderful poem to go with your great shot of the fire, Kenn.