Poetry

Born Again (poem)

Limp leaves slip slowly

While I reach out to catch

A moment of clarity:

I have not composed a poem

In many months.

Pregnant is my pen

Ready to birth a new era

Of limitless creation.

I will not sever my hands

From my wrists, again

I will write.

I will write.

I will write.

Damned if I do

Damned if I do not

So I shall

Oh watch as I shall!

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