Rebirthed In Light

July 19, 2025

Stuck to

myself

the glue starts

to lift

Exposing

my nature

a soul

frozen stiff

Letting

me go

the dermis

strips off

The sun

rushing in

melting

the frost

Open

to light

new Angels

take hold

Rebuilding

my past

the future

remolds

All dread in

the mirror

now turned to

the wall

My essence

unfrozen

and prescience

— rethawed

(The New Room: July, 2025)

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