Revivification

I turn my face and feet
toward the east
and walk into the rising sun
walk into the all consuming sea
This is the story of how I died
and became a ghost
a shade of what should have been
instead of a dry husk
all the essence written away in
little poems, useless poetry
I face east toward the rising tide
and release a pain that makes
whales cry a sad song
This is how I died
and rose again
a new creature that burns
like a forgotten star
So not like the thing I use to be
I turn my eyes into the rising sun
and burn away
To never feel the same
This is the story of how I died
and reinvented what it means to be me