REBIRTH

 scourging atrophy have pervaded my soul

and life is eroding

I imbibe the source

 of the crystalline waters

to savor the truth

I fondle with clay

to find my beginnings

  Resuscitated by sweet breaths of clemency

I cripple my way back to rebirth

but I must choose wisely

for the pearl of the renascence

is in disguise

 and the wobbling bridges wont hold much longer

Reviews

[Parimal Pratyush]

Amazing, amazing, write. Couldn't have come across a more beautiful piece than this to satisfy my urge of knowing and feeling about rebirth. :D

[Latifa]

thank you for reviewing my poetry, looking forward to read more of yours as well

[Avinash]

In order to resurrect yourself you must be sure whether it is happening the right way or is it new part of the same vicious cycle.

[Latifa]

thank you Avinash

[wordman]

sounds like life today only in a metaphor

[Latifa]

thank you for the read

[Saddam]

but I must choose wisely
for the pearl of the renascence is in disguise.

Beautiful poetry. Like the way of explain.

[Latifa]

thank you for the review

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love the word "atrophy"...nice to see it used in a poem.
yes, "the wobbling bridges won't hold much longer"

and we are all going to fall into the crystalline waters...and the truth is not going to feel good...

the clemency is that we still have a chance to recover life..stop the erosion...it is up to each one of us to fix that bridge...

packs a wallop in a short space.
jacob

[Latifa]

thank you for the review