Musings Of A Rebirth Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

My mind and body are clear of disease
For the first time in far too long.
The fevers and flashbacks,
Nausea and shakes...
The thoughts that at night kept me awake...
The silent screams, the streaming tears...
The nausea and guilt and fear...
It all just... Disappeared.

Did the universe send me this illness
To maker me expel my demons?
To realize the impact of them on my mind?
To see that the past is stone?
That I have been on the brink of death,
Yet I still have my breath?
That forcing pain on myself
Doesn't drown out my mental cries?
That so much else matters right now?
That lately I've changed,
Become that strong person I never felt I could be?
That my weakness to others
Its not terrible to expose?
That they can actually pull met out of
The cruelty I run and retreat to?
That I'm more than I let myself be?

My demons and ghosts have broken away;
I can safely proclaim that I'm okay.
My past is deceased;
My mind is at peace
I hope that this feeling remains.