The Promise of a New Life

Who should I be

When I can’t be me?

When things familiar

Through misty eyes are blurred.

When all that was

Flickers dimly in the gap

Between now and then.

When embers and ash

Grow cold in the past.

I inhale deeply,

Running out of room

For the breath I need

To resuscitate new life

Into the past

My breath is shallow

And the past too deep

I lose consciousness!


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