I have been reborn into a dead soul, which lie dormant

due to the wounds suffered from past aggressors

This tiny minute corner which has been occupied

seems so lucid and painful that the blackness surrounding

pales in comparison

The uneasiness reaches the corners and rumbles

every last empty space in-between

The anxiety of this birth envelops all which has

been known to me as normalcy and forces the consideration

of new worlds long forgotten

Such reaction is something of true power

And this thing, this birth is so undefinable

Holding the essence of life and the urgency of death

I feel like a madman

Insanity rides my gut into the brain

and comprehension is suspended

Irrational emotional occurrence is all that is left

as I grasp for stability

This space in my soul needs to be nourished

It's hungry, crying as if it were a newborn child

Yearning for affection, for connection, for protection

For everything that has been denied in the previous attempts to grow

These vibrating pulsations stunning my body

throughout the day will not let me forget

I am alive