Post Script: NPM: Rebirth (Poem 16)

Tired of crying on frigid bathroom floors
I have reached out of my self-imposed shell
Deciding to open up these barred doors

That have me trapped in this personal hell
Amusing how simple a hurt to shelf
When you’ve stopped hearing the song of Death’s knell

When you’ve stopped distorting the view of yourself
As nothing but a body to please him
Start seeing your soul in and of itself

That waits for you with joy, so full to the brim
With love that sounds like your own personal hymn

Post Script: National Poetry Month 2012: 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge

Poem 1: If Only

Poem 2: Squishy

Poem 3: IselaRose

Poem 4: April Spray

Poem 5: I Will Never Hold You

Poem 6: La Petite Mort

Poem 7: Navy Roses

Poem 8: From My Lips to Your Heart

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Poem 12

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Poem 14: All the World’s a Stage

Poem 15: Freedom

Poem 16: Rebirth

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Poem 24: Haven

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Poem 28: He says he loves me