“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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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.
This is actually a really old poem… I wrote it back in 1984! LOL Thanks for reading it, though! 🙂