I’m shedding.
I’m molting.
I’m back in the womb.
All my cells are dying,
So they may be renewed.
With each death,
Comes new life.
More learning.
More light.
Earth is a playground,
The only thing not meant to die.
We all were meant to be here.
Although we may never know why.
Each have a purpose.
Even if just to change one person’s life;
Acknowledging their presence by just saying “Hi”.

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I've suffered from major depression since I was 16 (now 23). Over this past year I have found the "spiritual" side of myself through meditation and working with my inner child. I wrote this poem one day after meditation. I hope it resonates with someone.