Remake, RemodelA Poem by thumbelinathis poem was inspired by the concept of death. Death is never truly the end.
We are the trash, recycled.
Reused, over and over and over and over again. The souls container will be beaten and battered, broken and shattered. It will chip and leave subtle cracks making us vulnerable to destruction. Our skin will wear thin, leaving us exposed without colours to hide behind. Then we will be disposed of in those boring brown boxes Beneath the ground. But please don’t fear for the process will repeat: Reworked. Remade. Remodelled. To learn further lessons, to break you down and build you up; higher and high each time. Remake, remodel: Until we reach our full potential. Until we are filled up - over flowing with the purest, most innocent form of love. © 2014 thumbelinaAuthor's Note
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Added on September 20, 2014 Last Updated on September 20, 2014 Tags: Life, death, reincarnation, spirituality AuthorthumbelinaUnited KingdomAboutI've only recently started to write poetry so I still have a lot of room for improvements. I write solely as a way of expressing my own thoughts and emotions. Every poem I share is a piece of myself t.. more..Writing
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