Reborn with a tremor of earthliness,
insights fresh with the new diamond moonlight,
I go to sleep with at least one fear less
than what I awoke with. I know my might!
I am strong as a watery jet,
which, instead of choking, heals the hurt spine;
I am as sharp as the finest knife set;
my well honed blades cut like grass in sunshine:
I have my gifts; of course, I have my flaws.
And I am humble enough to use them
to find endless gain within my great loss,
to turn this pain into a merry hymn:
I am back to claim what is here for me;
I vow to live this life with mastery.
urbansonnets 