It was the death of me I didn’t remember
It was the birth of a warrior wounded
It was the channel switching frequencies
It was electricity tripping fires all over
It was surging of painful truths ongoing
It was the death of the me I’d known
It was the reassembling of bones, nerves and tissues
It was the universe charging my path anew
It was the tapestry I was not prepared for
It was the ending and beginning at once
It was healing in a shattered jar filled with colour
It was scattered shrapnel left behind
It was letting go of safe for the unknown
It is my awakening
It is a rebirth
It is my spring
