April 11th, 2011
From a chest finding its rhythm
Eyes rip at the face for sight
A breath comes as a grasp
Desperate to leap from the void
Of fleeted life and take hold
Of forms
And sounds
And feeling.
Feet to the floor
Hands to the chest
Never had disbelief and joy been such bedmates,
Souls joined in the rekindling.
Fingers move by fires
In stripping medical manacles
Legs sending one outdoors
To run and leap in the parking lot
On concrete no tougher than
Reclaiming a life that was lost.
The scars on the chest
Can't hold back lungs that fill
With a will unto its self
And a contentedness found in the ability to smile
Even if only once more.
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