Inertia – essesq - November 17, 2009

I cling to nothing
Nothing clings to me
I am neither my history
Nor am I my identity
Bound
I was inert
And without impact
Locked
Dead
Cold
Invisible
Now the explosion of my destruction
Will rattle the fabric of space and time
Sending out a blinding light
A deafening roar
Crying
Behold
A soul reborn.