When your bones feel like marionette limbs drooping, giving way to gravity’s daily pull – When you feel like you’re not really connecting with anyone and every conversation is a long drawn yawn into the fog – When your days spill across the hard stone floor
I absolutely loved this poem. When beginning to read it I felt a sense of loneliness darkness you could say. Yet, by the end it opened my eyes to all life’s grand possibilities if I could just see past all the anxiety and stress and live the moment and remember the memories as they are meant to be remembered
Fantastic loved it
Was afraid to read it because of the title....loved it when I read it. Rebirth.
Oh, I thought, I wanted, not to love this poem. Your title scared me. I thought it would be a downer. But oh, what a beautiful way to reincarnate yourself! I really, really love this poem. Thank you.