Born Again: a poem
Every poet has felt their words have no meaning, but your words are the definition of immortal.
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.” – Rita Dove
I pray on the fountain of life to be born again as an obscure but literate poet.
My words should not linger on one’s fingertips but rather bury themselves in one's soul.
I crave to embody myself in your heart;
For you to carry my words in your marrow.
I envy those whose word of mouth is a flux of beauty;
Those that transcend modern literature and rewrite those of classics.
As immortal as my words may be,
My body is still made of flesh.
Once reborn...
My soul will escape from the River Styx
and rest in the ink.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poetry, I hope in some ways it not only moved you but made you think. My name is Megan, I am a writer of all mediums; poetry, novels, essays, articles and more. This poem is special to me because it was the first poem I wrote that sounded exactly like my heart. There are more to come, pages upon pages. If you’d like to follow along, read my original work or my thoughts on films, books, media, history, culture and writing, please subscribe so you never miss out.
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Love Megan (Marmoris)
Sapere aude
Omg, I love this❤❤❤