Transmute

e:Birth
Eyes closed. Past forgotten.
The undiscovered country has accepted him.
Best chances -- I remind myself
as my eyes are filled with new, familiar surroundings;
changed so very slightly
by a vision that’s now filtered to behold
a proper perspective of my existence.
To be alive is nothing altogether original,
but to live unhampered by ambience,
and to see unfiltered echos of myself
through the identity
others were always meant to witness,
is a novelty.
There’s sublimity in escaping ingrained fear
to face resolution’s hue
and embrace dreams made possible by death.
There is hope --
in allowing her
her greatest chance at happiness.
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