Death of Self

I've been dreaming so long.

Is it time to wake up ?

I see the Tower Card in every reading.

The chaos of change.

The kind that is coming whether you want it to or not.

No place to hide.

The rumbles of my mind trying to wrap itself around it all.

I am changing as we speak.

My world is turning upside down.

Coming to terms with the past.

Old wounds aren't completely healed.

The scabs bleed deep red.

Blood dripping on the carpet of my Life.

The color so deep it mesmerizes.

You get use to the pain of old wounds after awhile.

So much so it's a shock to the mind when it stings.

A reminder that there is still Healing to be done.

The winds of change are blowing through your soul.

The Death Card appears at the flip of the hand.

No Fear to be had, unless you fear change.

The Death of Self, only to be born again.

The death of a former life.

Reinventing, Rejuvenating, anything but Rewinding.

Time to give Birth to myself once again

Reviews

[ah]

i really love this, thanx for asking me to read, keep writing

[justjenn_2u]

An amazing poetry. "Death of Self" sounded as if the poem would be sad, but the poem had a closure that is remarkable. "Time to give Birth to myself once again" is filled with hope and strength!!

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Oooh...I like this. I can hear you speaking this.

Nice.

[mattavelli]

Great poem.
Great thoughts.
I could use a change too. :)
Have fun.

[Phil Sanders]

Wonderful writing ... powerful.. insightful .. excellent ...