"Born Anew"...

I dwelled on the edge of darkness, where people would not laugh, and children not play. Where writers would not write, and singers not sing... I fell over this edge of darkness, into the light of the sun. Only to find I had not been alive, so I could not die, and I welcomed the "light". To find I was born anew... Copyright 2001 Grave Turning/Other Poems by Mark E. Temme