Will you forever totter
down somber streets
like a punch-drunk sailor
who has just been rolled?
Will you always be a pale ghost
insignificant and unknown?
Cataclysmic heart,
gaze into the star-bespangled sky
with hopeful eyes
and discover a place within
where you've never been defeated
nor your inner child crucified
or in judgmental courts condemned
with every flaw magnified.
Bury your own corpse
of withered dreams
and wayward schemes
if it is making it impossible
for you to live.
Let everything die
that would conceal
the exhilarating aroma
of your flowering new birth.
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