To Be Reborn Anew
To experience failure
waiting to exhale.
all my secrets are floating
to the surface.
I'm drifting, but, not to sleep.
It's hard to deal with death
to put it in its place,
crying on the inside, off
merciless destruction
deprives me of a peaceful mind
to keep focused
tune everything out.
Trying not to descend beneath,
the cold dark waters of death.
Each precious breath escaping slowly,
allowing all the disappointments,
dissolve in the bubbles of destain.
To be reborn anew.
by
A.A.17
Annette, you are becoming what I knew you would be, I see you developing into a special voice of your own, a true poetess, your emotions in this poem not only have focus but is raw with creativity! You are standing out and being noticed...and it is no suprise to me.
I agree with Seamus. Your recent development and examination of self have been remarkable. You are a very interesting person.
Annette, you have developed such skill at capturing so vividly in unforgettable images the experience of the inner self. A privilege to read this caliber of writing. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
waiting to exhale. all my secrets are floating to the surface. crying on the inside, Trying not to descend beneath, allowing all the disappointments, dissolve in the bubbles of destain. These are the lines i liked very much in your poem. Yes a new birth is needed, a change, a needed change is needed Jesus told Nikodemus „You should be born again“ Lovely poem dear Annette