Did I die?
My pulse was no more.
My face became my skeleton.
Screams cried out as I arose from the skin.
Born from cries, suffering, prayers, a reckless soul.
The only thing I could remember was,
I am no longer me.
I looked at my family,
and could only say,
"I don't want to die. I'm sorry."
Was my life created from selfishness?
I didn't know what to feel,
Emotions were new again,
So all I could do was lay down,
Sitting in the vessel I arose from,