New Book Poetic Essays, Born Again, I am...

The sun dived behind the mountains, and like clock work the demons came from under my bed. As the light disappeared from my sheer curtains, I sat in the middle of my bed and rocked quietly. It was cold. The air was crisp, as frosted grass. The television muted, and turned to black. I called for help. The door to my bedroom slammed shut, and locked on its own.

Instantly, my throat grew dry. It was hard to swallow. The lump in my throat turned into a whimper. I caught it just before its release. I was sure to be found, if I made a sound for the second time. He was drawing near.

The fight for life had ended. I had, had dreams in which I would leave this world. None of which looked as dark and dismal as this. I began to pray reciting the Lords Prayer, in my mind. My nervousness overwhelmed me. The shaking and rocking grew steady and fast. I prayed for a quick death, with very little pain. My leather bond journal sat on the nightstand just to my left. In it were my last words of wisdom. A will and testament for my children, and the secrets of my short lived life.

I say lived, because in this life, I made an attempt to do so. I was plagued by day and haunted at night by the presence of disease, but I continued to fight. There were times I admit that I thought to give up. I saw no reason for my continued torture.

As the dark hovered over my room, the chill stifled my limbs. I became frozen in time. A whisper swept from under my bedroom door, and breathed into my ear. “In order to truly live, the evils of your soul must die.”

I was taken back by this statement. I had never thought of myself as someone evil or full of deception. It called me back to my bible to research such matters. I was human however with odd feelings, and thoughts. I was born innately good, but I was a sinner.

Perhaps the whisper of death, was a whisper of life. I repented for my sins, and asked God for forgiveness, of those that were to come. The light peered in the cracks of my curtains and soon lit the entire room. A warm glow melted the ice from my fingers, down to my toes. I could breathe. I could cry. The frozen tears on my cheeks melted and warmed the corners of my lips.

I wasn’t dead yet, my soul cried. A new me took form. I awoke resurrected with a passion for life. A fervor for success, and the tenability to decide my own fate.