Recovery
By Steve Loggins
4/3/2012
In grief’s cold womb, an infant thought is formed;
grows, and is suddenly expelled into light.
A mantle of feeling wraps the newborn
in its silky embrace.
Not ready, must rest, must change
The time for revelation will come.
Pain is the crucible of insight,
Sorrow is the forge of inspiration.
Life bursts forth in victory
Over death.
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