resurrection

i feel pieces of myself coming back to me

sometimes

slowly

and that timid slow sometimes

brings a rush to my spirit

a buoy to my soul

a meager comfort that i am not completely gone


i've been lost and found so many times

in the course of my small life

that it never occurred to me

i could become so lost that i wouldn't even notice

my own twisty wandering


but notice i did

and i feel the resurgence of life

the familiar spark

that tells me i am here

and

that i persist

and more than that i have passion just like breath

and i can wake from this slumber

and soar