I am remembering what it feels like to be me.
I was so sullenly buried,
married to the grave
and with my solemn vow, somehow lost myself.

Now, shaking dirt from my hair
and dust from my eyes,
my mouth forms words
and they surprise me.
I remember what it feels like to move my limbs,
the wretched creaking of
the body I had been
has smoothed away and left
me born again.

12/09/2009

Posted on 12/09/2009
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