Photo: At Artistic Hand Gallery &  Studio

Who are you?

Why do you keep dragging me back?

Back from my grave

Again and again

The cycle of awakening

Every time more gradual than the last

I know it’s her

She comes in various forms of disguise

Lady Moon

I see her shadow on my tomb

Slowly scraping away at freshly laid soil

She digs in cold deep earth

Through the roots and the worms

Until she releases me

Her warmth awakens my spirit

Resurrects my exquisite corpse

I rise once more out of decay

A lesson for my learning

Her gift of life reminds me to let go

Making way for new growth

Brushing away death

The witch that healed my heart