Breathing Again

This poem displays my thoughts on what happens when you die. I believe in reincarnation, so I hope that is apparent through this poem. Enjoy!

My eyelids peel open,

Darkness.

Where am I?
A pit?

 

My hands reach out.

Wood.

What is this?

My coffin?

 

My ears prick up.

Silence.

Who's there?

No one?

 

I think I'm dead.

But suddenly everything changes.

 

My eyelids peel open.

Bright lights.

Where am I?

A hospital?

 

My hands reach out.

Skin.

What is this?

A person?

 

My ears prick up.

Voices.

Who's there?

My mother.

 

I think I've just been born.

Time to live life again.

Author's Note

All feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you! :D

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

Having actually seen a ghost I have to believe that there is something beyond this time we all share..I am not a religious man but believe in the power of the human mind.....Your story sort of rings with what I want to believe in..if that makes any sense...I liked it

[DarkRainbowPie]

I'm glad it appealed to you :) Thanks for the review!

[NITHIN PURPLE]

Breathing again...............good one friend kip some length more......just a suggesion

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thanks for the good feedback :)

[NITHIN PURPLE]

glad............

[dicey jones]

Kind of funny, nice poem.... really felt a bit touchy. I love it

[DarkRainbowPie]

Haha, thank you :')

[Lina Grey]

I believe in reincarnation too. Though I honestly don't believe it works like you've described, I find this to be an intriguing poem about life and death and life again, and the inquisitive narration is unique and kept my attention. brilliant write.

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thank you very much for the review :)

[Lina Grey]

:)