Vivication

Fingernails peel the grime of my skin

Years of agony layered upon one another

Why can I not be so fond of myself?

I have nothing to lose

All is lost

In the netherworld of anger and spite

As I fall quietly asleep in fright

Does not the hummingbird have good flight?

When the the sun and the air collide

And produce the sweet succulent taste

Of crisp morning dew

The beginning of a new era

I am a new person

The dew clears the blood

The sweat

The tears of emotion off my body

I am reborn