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My life has been transposed

like a flower breaking through the soil

for the first time

-I am drawn to the warmth.

Though the darkness beneath the earth is secure and sympathetic

it imprisons me in my own misery

-no matter how comforting that may be.

Months of melancholy and seasons of sorrow

I had to break free for I was living on time I could not borrow.

I sat patiently through the calm of the storm

preparing myself for the new life to be born.

It is believed that the dead

have sprung from the earth

for I too

have undergone somewhat of a rebirth.