The story had ended as a tragedy:
Punished for sins that I never indulged.
For three weeks I floated in blank purgatory,
My most solid view: the roof of a coffin.
Yet, someone called me through the mist…
A voice, harmonious and sweet,
Whose words soothed my punctured wrists
And spoke of joy, life and love.
And with a regurgitation of filth, I am reborn.
Come back from my symbolic exile,
Rewarded with the chance to perhaps rejoin that voice.
My journey – a new journey – is begun…
The next chapter in this ended story opens,
An untold number of virgin pages await the outcome
And I cannot wait to fill them.
Free Verse Poem: Resurrection
