I’d never knew what death felt like until I died,
It was not the physical death-
but a spiritual rebirth.
A birth of sanctification and restoration
an innocence that was once lost.
I wish for that little girl once again,
full of passion and a jubilant mind.
I entered to a new dimension in life
that can be seen only through holy eyes.
Struggling within myself-
fighting for this perfection that only
can be reach in heaven.
This new sacred embrace with raw
uncertainty but like a mustard seed-
faith is all that matter to this existence.

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