Rebirth

This paper is a mirror, a mirror to trap in
This hefty unworthiness and disguise all

In letters, in ghost-sounds. I watch myself talk
Like a crazy person. I have to mop these lines

Before some shine, some polish. I want to drown
My ghost before I swim in the air like a Phoenix

-b.c.

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March, 2019

Have you read these poems?

• the dance.
• TRIBUTE TO SELF-DOUBT
• Burning blue at Fahrenheit 451 — was chosen the poem of the day, 22nd of March, 2019 by the Bridge.

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