Welcome to Word Play Wednesday!
Word Play Wednesday is a weekly feature of written and spoken word poetry. I will be sharing my written and spoken word poems exclusive to my wonderful subscribers. If you are interested in sharing some of your poetry, feel free to buzz me and we can work something out.
I hope that you enjoy reading and listening to my thoughts, feelings and rants and in many ways relate to some of them.
Enjoy!
Born Again
The year I died,
all backs
turned.
Anti-clockwise.
Ticking away
from reality.
Two, no, three
decades long
of beautiful skin.
Stripped.
A rotting core
revealed.
A fruit.
An Apple.
Eaten.
By the keepers.
By the ones,
with the axe.
A tree,
nurtured
for eternity.
Hewn down,
removed.
To a dark place.
The abyss.
The tree,
Free falling
to nothingness.
Free falling.
Drained,
of the blood.
Of my blood.
Starved.
Of breath.
Of life.
To the death.
To the end.
Of the end.
Now,
in the grave.
A voice,
whispers.
Calling.
Come,
He says.
With the pain.
With the grief.
With the loss.
I am here,
to redeem,
to renew,
to rebuild,
and bring
you back
To life.
– Biyai
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