Remade”                                 June 12, 1984

Take a look at me with the bats in my backyard and the spider

webs on my wings, I am waiting. Behind these dark eyes

I am more than just surging, my spirit is gathering, I am

remade. Night cradles me as a newborn, lungs unused

to breath, eyes still shrouded against

the world that can only for a moment insinuate

the fantastic journey that is to come.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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2 Responses to Remade

  1. In most of your poems lately you have been very excited and exhilarated about life. That is very good. Maybe this is a renaissance for you.

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