Watch me as
I return from the
Rubble
trace backwards
the Line of Fire
Try not to Gawk
as Ashes bleed together
form a shadow
devoid of all previous
Mutilations
Ready to Take on
the shape of Life
Keep your Skepticism to yourself
as I stretch newly formed
Perfect arms
toward Heaven
shudder as Breath pours
into my lungs
Linger
to expierence anew
the Taste of air
Life,
seen as a Privilege,
Takes on all new Forms