• ink_and_solitude 26w

    Rebirth

    I remember the day I was born
    Nothing had stopped
    Hanging by the current of time
    It was only my mind that was still
    So still, it could look into itself
    My body, rising from the ashes
    Limp and ready for a storm
    And the the thoughts swirling in my brain
    Spoke only of a philosophy
    It was then I understood
    The past that I had so feared
    Had given me a stern purpose
    A purpose to live and not exist
    And I felt it igniting my veins
    As it coursed along
    As I spread the ink to write another history
    As I took the path to another birth
    ©shraddha_mahapatra