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renew, rebathe, rebirth
by Gira Bryantsomewhere in lonely places
our feet wander
though we know not
how or why
somewhere our broken hearts
shudder their last sobbing
agonized cry, and rise
from the boiling vats
of fury
as if newly born, reclaimed
there in the valley of sorrows
we slip away
from everything that came
before
into whatever happens next 02/05/2009 Posted on 02/05/2009
Copyright © 2025 Gira Bryant
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/05/09 at 04:09 PM It's a pretty wide field, as far as what happens next goes. I really liked those last three lines. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 02/05/09 at 07:33 PM the boiling vats of fury. a wide expanse, indeed. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/06/09 at 06:18 PM ... exceptional!!! |
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