Suicide & Rebirth

I killed myself
With a thought.
I was there,
A ragged malcontent
On the planet.
I was evil and angry,
A violent black devil
Staining a pristine white world.

And then I thought,
“Why am I allowing
Others to define me?
I can define myself.”

A slap of warm air
Pushed back my head.
I smiled, and I died.
It was not as painful
As everyone imagines;
In fact, I felt nothing.
It simply happened,
Like oxygen and
Hydrogen forming water.

I resurrected myself
Before I could blink.
I became someone
Else; someone who
Actually knows joy.
I hug my own skin.

Copyright 2013
A. J. Hayes
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