ReBirth

Everything is connected, though it takes time to realise. 

The drawings I made—weeks, sometimes months apart—stood alone.

They held no clear meaning, no beauty by traditional measure—only raw, abstract expression.

There were no answers, only feeling. An emptying of my mind and soul.

Five years later, I returned to them.

I cut them out, pieced them together, and in that act,

gave them new purpose—new life.

To my surprise, they fit.

They spoke to one another.

They completed a story I didn’t know I had been telling.

Only now do I see them clearly:

a cycle of dying and becoming—

the body fading, the spirit awakening,

a cord connecting what was to what will be—

the womb, the wait, and the rebirth.

Death is never an end, only a doorway.

From each ending, something new quietly begins.

The scattered fragments of my past, once uncertain and lost,

are gently finding their place—

not by force, but by timing.

And in this creation, I’ve found something far greater

than I ever set out to find:

a deeper understanding of who I am,

and the quiet, divine thread that weaves everything together.