Wednesday, June 1, 2011

When the Defibrillators Are Raised

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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