Spiral

Hibernation timed out. How long

ago did I inhale my last true breath?

The heart shivers, still cold

from the grip of untimely death.

A scrap of memory pervades

the frozen canvas of my thoughts;

a flood of dreams attempts a move-

the apathy fights back in roars.

I will not die. It’s not my time-

there’s still much more to see,

to taste, to touch, to learn, to try,

to gain and lose, to love to tears.

I break my coffin, I grasp for air

and thousand screams come out.

My body’s paralyzed with pain-

but again I am alive.

Am I?