as if i had been gone
from this life
buried deep in the ground
until she came
sweeping up the loose dirt
unearthing me
that first breath
was scary
i still think of it as
my awakening
the only truth to any of this
is that i am breathing again
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A contest entry
- lack of sleep by written-in-ink.
700 points, ended December 6, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Short, simple, but the meaning and story behind is very complex and powerful. It's amazing just how much one person can pull through and stand up with just one person's "help" or even presence in some cases x
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sweeping up the loose dirt
unearthing me
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nice image
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thank you and good luck
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