Spiralling

Spiralling like water in a sinkhole down a pit without bottom, swirling with the force of a black hole, one by one my cells disperse and follow a path of their own, I reach out of what I can to get a hold but the change I can’t reverse. My colours bled out, my scales

The River of Rebirth

Laying in the darkest forest of the mind surprised I was to find a glorious sphere up in the sky. So bright stood in pride and said “I am your guide”. The clouds moved at once aside, something sparked inside. The sphere lit the way up ahead, shining upon the river of the rebirth wherein