Resurrection

By Gemma Iversen

Some call it recovery
When your sense of self is shattered
And getting through the day
Means making it to midnight
Keeping harmful thoughts at bay

And then, slowly
The soul stirs into movement
Like a bear stretching
Sluggish from slumber
After a bleak and bitter winter
That in sleep she’d had to stay

Heat floods through her veins
Like a jump-start to the heart
And her bones, they fuse together
That until now were apart

She can shake away the recent frost
Of misery and pain
As life takes on a vivid sense
Of meaning once again

And once she finds her feet
And starts to wake lethargic limbs
It’s then the day will break
And thus her future will begin

Some call it recovery
But to me, this is coming back to life

I call it resurrection