Reborn

Nothing's all I see. Nothing's all I feel. If dead is just a word to describe someone who is not breathing. Who doesn't have a beating heart, and whose body is as cold as the arctic wind,

Then what is this?

My heart still beats. I hear it's melody churning out the sound of life within me. I'm not as cold as the winter's icy breath. My eyes are shut and my breathing's soft as kitten fur. Slowly, eye open my eyes to see everything And suddenly I understand everything as I look out into the fresh world. This isn't death. It's a second chance at life.

Reviews

[LazerRays]

this is an interesting poem to read. you pointed out some great opinions. that one question that you put to stand out, "Then what is this?" seems to challenge the reader to see if they can disagree. and can they disagree? that is solely up to you. great job!

[The Immortal Phoenix]

It goes with my current theme of coming back new too.