The Resurrection Poem by Corinne LaMoreHarber

The Resurrection



The World comes back again
My senses stir
The house is alive, it breathes,
It sighs,
Curtains flutter.
The air
It smells of life.
Rouses me from dormancy
After months of death
My heart begins to pound,
My blood begins to pulse
Through my veins
I’ve been waiting on the sun.

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