Rebirth ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be.
At least not from this poem’s POV…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it is:
The Pieces Never Do Stay Together
The pieces never do stay together.
They flare, glitter, break, and wane into the night sky.
My life is retold each year.
My pain remembered in shattering lights intense with sadness.
I am revealed in one glorious moment.
I am a nova coursing white in all directions for the briefest of eye blinks.
I am rendered into undistinguished embers, lost to darkness.
An ink black sky is the seal of my extinction.
Startled. I am begun again.
The brilliance of new light skewers into the finite realization that
I am dying all over,
Make it stop.
I want it to stop.