evolution:: or :: the change of seasons

i thought i could go on living
but today i know for sure
i am going to die
i am choosing to die
to the haunting illusions
i choose to die to the memory
that cages and claws and strangles
[almost secretly it strangles]
and die
to their words that formed my words thoughts,
words that taste of bitterness,
thoughts that cry with givingup~ness
today
i die
so that i can {finally}
cometolife
here, under this spotlight of surrender
i fling my arms open
like a super~star receiving applause and roses for her prayers
i am bowing
to this light i am bowing
with BIGthanks
that shines within
where sweetLiFe
is created
miraculous, mysteriously profound
this rebirth