Rebirth Poem by Holly Jamestone

When your heart dies the sky is colorless
And splinters of every regret become shrapnel to your spirit
Your thirst for sweet relief flickers and sputters
As you fertilize your mind with weeping memories

You may stare vacantly out the window
Or bite your fingernails while bemoaning your outgrown hair
That is confused by its darkening roots and longs to be uplifted
But faithfully remains flat and subdued beneath your hat

It’s the worst type of death because you are still here
But your heart is no longer coexisting with you and seems
To be avoiding your gaze from the other side of the street
As if not wanting to claim you as its owner

This is when it’s time to shift the power and relent
Letting your mind take over as you submissively coax your heart back
Realizing that you can’t be perfect all the time and strong enough
To make all of life’s decisions on your own

It’s okay to stumble and fall before prying your heart from between
The grates of the sidewalk while warming it beneath your vest
As the clouds clear and the sky is no longer colorless
Because this time is now dead and a new moment is born

(8-10-2013)
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