Birth
There was nothing but death in the room,
Fleeting skeletons, dancing to their own doom.
But in her eyes…
A beating heart sang quietly.
Waiting for something to
beckon hope forward.
In that moment,
her vision was my only
anchor to the world around me.
Without her,
I would have fell straight
through,
and then lied to myself
for years. Living a life
of misshapen conformity,
never realizing I was free
from the burden I’ve always
held so fondly.
I could finally be.
And she wanted to
show me how.
Sure that we could do it together.
All I had to do was take her
hand and breathe for the first time.
Finally,
I could be alive.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
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