Third Life

I had to die a couple times,

To peel away the layers,

And what I found beneath the sweet,

Was a festering wound,

Swollen with pus.

I squeezed that shit until I cried,

And let myself bleed out until I died.

I didn’t know if I’d come back,

But I opened my eyes,

And saw myself.

There are scars still healing,

And the pain, I’m still feeling,

But the pain feels nice,

A little more life

And a little less strife

Between all my other lives.

#365daysofyogapoetry

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