ressurection

does your new sense of self scare you? is it strangely satisfying, or horrifying, as the world comes back alive in its infinite color and beauty? so much to say now, but where was it then?

then, when the intensity had been sucked dry like a leech. then, when whispering children giggled nearby, and you were wishing that you were still young enough to be included in those private confessions. you remember thinking that they were laughing at the red blotches all over your ghastly face. or perhaps it was the sag of your stomach, or your stubby fingers. maybe it was just the dry skin at which you constantly tore.

you remember tearing at a fresh wound as you wondered.

it seems your color has returned, and your laughter is an appreciated guest. you sigh. you get goosebumps. you quicken your steps, and for once, your faded pants don't seem so worn. you pick up your feet rather than letting them drag against the sidewalk. and if you're lucky, you come to realize,

"whether you fall means nothing at all, it's whether you get up"