Reborn
At the end of each day
Succumbing to a resting stage
Renewal of our sanctified vessel
Mode of rectifying
Reconstructing, newness
Take us into unknowns
Surrounded by blankness
Not in control
As an unborn
Uncertain
Grabbing unto a heart’s beat,
Sounds of light
Darkness surrounding our senses
Plagued with nightmares and
Confusing dreams
Until the promised morning light
Illuminating
Our renewed, strengthened
Soul
Reborn
As we begin each day
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Author:
ela (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The darkness of night makes me think about our weakness as human beings, but the morning light brings so much more hope.
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