Rebirth

Went down for the last time—

Cold water burned my lungs away,

Til all that was left was a feeble plea,

“Save me! Save me! Please!”

A friend is driving on the bridge.

The music is up too loud.

Stiff-necked he goes without a thought

That he’ll never see me again.

 

And now the glassy vision blurs.

Everything goes liquid spray.

The sun may rise on you tomorrow,

But for me, this last season

Has done me in. I’m done with proud—

Done with the things I ever sought—

Done with my last stand,

And this is good.

For freedom sets me strong beneath,

And renaissance comes in power and blood,

And never gives up,

And never is caught,

And this new life

Lives

Without stain.

 

-jenn long