Resuscitation 

It’s time for Resuscitation,

My fears are evacuating,

Leaving the land,

I close my eyes and feel your hand 

Pulling me in,

And we dance,

Stepping on dead dry bones,

There’s no comfort in a war zone, 

“Awake,” you whisper so softly,

I wonder if it’s real,

My body feels on fire,

And it’s a flame I can’t conceal,

I know your here,

You’ve left your mark;

Scars on my body,

A seal on my heart,

And you won’t stop,

Till you have it all,

Recovering the irrecoverable,

Like a resuscitation team you hover,

Beat again, heart of mine 

“Awake, Beloved; it’s time”

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