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Reborn

Please help me heal.

By Becca MaharPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Top Story - June 2018
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Nights go by like birds

in flight

sweeping past me violently.

The nights are long

and cold in this little room.

The mornings so violently

real there's no time for

emotional fences.

Walking around I feel eyes

on me ever so.

Do they know?

Do they understand?

What have they heard?

I feel uneasy and sick

like my stomach is filled

with undesirables.

I want to run and hide like

a rabbit that's been shot at

but where to run?

Tick tock.

The sound of a distant clock

ticks to the sound of my heartbeat.

Fear and panic

are one in the same for me.

Not knowing the unknown

causes greater pains in me

than I've ever felt before.

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

What have I done wrong?

Regret and anguish

are all I know.

Can you teach me how to learn?

Can you teach me the way of the

good and the pure?

Wash away this pain and fear

and tell me how does it feel to be

reborn.

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About the Creator

Becca Mahar

Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.

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