Rebirthing...

A poem

Our last funeral, my first time dying.

I have no memory of my past death, is this my first?

When you die, will you still carry that warm heart

when you see... everything?

I am not seen for who I am, but who is?

It's as if I'm not myself

Constantly wondering where the truth resides,

Where is that created?

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