Shed

 

For days

she wandered

along the trails

in the woods 

darkened

by life trials

she only knew 

she was leaving

not from where

nor where to

following rolling twists

her destination moved

contorting her path

tangled by thorns

shadowed by death

and as she snaked her way

she morphed into decay

unrecognizable she changed

step by step, faded away

her lives shed, skin fled

years fell thudding

to the ground

she chose 

to let them go

 

and slowly she rose

lighter, free

unencumbered 

to the precipice

through branches scratches

the sun peeked, 

the view steep

and she broke through

to the top, 

anew

reborn, resurrected 

fresh form formed

from the death

of her lives before

and from now on,

from each step

grass, life, breath

grew


Emily Clapper

~ from PoetGirlEm (Link to blog)

 

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Fire…

It surrounded us from every side. We tried to fight, but there’s no escaping it.

Insatiable it was. Inch by inch it licked the ground until it was so close we can feel its heat.

It sustains life.

But how can it be so cruel and unforgiving at the same time?

We did or best, didn’t we? But I guess it was not enough. No use resisting now. All there’s left to do is to succumb to what fate has destined…

We embraced each other as the flames draw near. We’re going to die, that’s for certain now, but we’ll die holding each other. There’s solace in that, I guess. At least, nobody’s left behind…

First, it caught them. Then her. Then all of us together.
Everybody cried, but nobody screamed.
This is it… I watched as we were consumed and fell to the ground.
Looking back, it was a happy journey, I’m glad I took it.

“Hope is lost”.

Those were the last words that left my lips. I closed my eyes, ready to face the end.
And as I was about to give my last breath, I heard a voice.
It was so faint. Even fainter than a whisper.
But still it was audible.

“Is it?”

Suddenly I felt a peculiar warmth inside me. It was not the flames; it was something different.
I opened my eyes, and life surged back to my body, filling my bones, arms legs, and consciousness with that strange warmth. It was odd, but familiar at the same time.

It was hope!

My dearest companions were there too, not everyone, but I know they’ll be with us someday. Then we will be complete again. And somehow we were different.
REBORN from the flames, we were glowing, like ember but brighter. The fires that I thought was our deathbed, has instead birthed us new life. Even stronger than before.

Away bird of wisdom and soar new heights!

AlpeJohn


                                                                              ~ from JUANDERING ARTIST (Link to blog)

 

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Desire to be born again

 

I need to wash away the dust in my eyes

It made my vision blurred

I couldn’t see the truth

I need to cleanse my thoughts of evil

My cravings, my desires

How greed filled me, empowered me

I need to run away from the shadows of the ghosts

Dark and dull filling in the air

I need the sun to swallow the clouds

That were cold, heartless & gloomy

Crawling their way to my heart

I need to wake up from the deep sleep

The sleep that’s turning me into what I am not

I just need to be free of all boundaries

No objections, no limitations for me

I just want to be pure like a child

I just desire to be born again

~ Zigyasa Kakkar from Mysestina (Link to blog)

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Seed, plant, fruit, seed
Water, steam, rain, water
Sun, Day, Moon, Night
Circle of Life

Seed, egg, fruit
Baby, Child, Teenager
Adult, Senior, Death

Do you recognize that feeling during the day, you wish you could go back to bed and get up for a second time to start the day all over again? Maybe you even long for death, so you can start your whole life all over again. Thriving at the same energy as nature, death seems to be the end for (us) animals. Is it?

Can we only go on through the life of our children?
Is there life after death, a change to be reborn?

Maybe, maybe not.

Regardless what you believe, and many of us think we can, we can’t control the circle of life.
However, we can control how we thrive on natures energy. Not by ending it all, but by daring to change, to grasp chances right in front of you, to lean on another, to open up and by daring to be vulnerable.

We can reborn at any moment we want to.

Patty Wolters

                                                                              ~ from Kruidje-roer-me niet

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