"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Rebirth

The drug is gone now

It did not go with a whimper

But with a wild scream

It tried to take me with it

Howling as it was expelled

My skin beneath its nails

Leaving my nerves exposed

My senses raw and tender

Like a baby, and just as angry

My soul is birthed in sweet agony

Each sensation an assault and a triumph

Ringing out I am alive

I am alive!

And so I welcome you pain

Because to be dull is to be dead

But these tears - they are life

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