Reincarnation

By Roman Rodriguez

My skin submits

to the wings which are born from my body.

Mark on this day,

I am reborn.

The fool I once was

has transformed with my shedding skin.

Who I was is a memory.

My wings stretch

like clouds to a new morning.

The weight of yesterday

is lying on the floor, forgotten.

My wings beat with the pace of my renewed heart.