The New Me 

Let time witness my pain

For I grow from the grounds fertile with my decaying past

From  bones turned asunder and crumbling ash

I emerge into the scalding light of day

With groans of torment,I allow the hot humid air in my chest

With this pain I beckon to all that is mighty and devine

Here I am and here is truth

My truth, for there is no other

Aaron Dawbot

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