Repack your soul; return it to its birth
Before knowledge descended upon it.
Rebuild it by undoing.
Recreate innocence; before you were
Defiled and destroyed
Taken to pasture and slaughtered.
Slip into rooms once lived
Houses once haunted
Dust floorboards for the flesh of your youth.
Ghost the halls and retrace footfalls
Browse alternate corners
Of which you might have rounded
Leaving all unstained.
Re-rock fossilized cracks and fissures of
Bruises, broken skin, and splintered bones.
Unsmolder ashes, fire them whole again as
Gyroscoping smoke revisits lungs
Unburdening deoxygenated blood
Rebuilding your heart whole.
Again, a newborn
Ebbing and flowing
Concentrically prepared for life.
Your own murmuration of starlings.
Photo credit: Walter Baxter
Mr. Blog sleeps in a bed, has a dog, loves the ocean, the #22, the color blue, and learning new things. She lives in the Midwest area of the United States. Currently working as a lifeguard at the local YMCA, she’s only saved the life of one child. The irony is, now she’s fighting to save her own because her body decided to create cancer cells instead of normal ones. Mr. Blog figures she’s saved herself from her own mind wanting to die twice so defeating some cancer cells that think they’re bad asses should be a piece of cake.
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