A Baptism of Sorts

April 21, 2010
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The rain trickles down my spine,
Cleansing me of something
I didn’t know had polluted me.
I am surprised,
Like a baby newly baptized,
Washed clean, renewed.
A pulse, almost like electricity,
Goes through me.
I am reminded of a green shoot,
Pushing its way through darkness,
Toward life, light, and hope.

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dancer13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 12, 2010 at 4:13 pm
this is beautiful! :) i loved it.
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