reclamation
after falling down against my will
decades from the past
represented themselves
as colorful pixels
slowly dissolving
into near nothingness
in due time my consciousness
resurrected itself
as a beautiful child
and there was nothing
i wouldn’t do
to start walking again
january two thousand thirteen
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Poem about rebirth. That theme pops up often in your work.
yes, i am intrigued by the subject of rebirth, second chances, etc. thank you.