The moment waits for my embrace <br />Neglected, I am as one who never knows <br />What love can offer and reward. <br /> <br />Life <br />So dearly missed, is truly <br />Tragic. <br /> <br />I surrender to my happiness <br />Give up allegiance to all those little things <br />That pretend to matter and matter not. <br /> <br />I take this moment to be, myself <br />Conceived <br />I my own creation and certain destruction. <br /> <br />Returned to the light <br />I travel beyond time <br />Re-born and re-spirited. <br /> <br />The promise I make of myself <br />At last and forever more <br />Fulfilled. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Poetry Junction, April 2003)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resurrection-8/
