Die Again Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

I keep on dying again,
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children, dreams tucked away,
Innocence held in soft embrace,
Yet time's hand reaches,
With a chilling trace.

Memory of old tombs,
Whispers of forgotten lore,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge that beckons,
A call to rise once more.

The years, like shadows,
Dance along the lines,
Deep in the creases of my face,
Where cold defeat entwines,
Yet in the depths of despair,
A glimmer of hope shines.

With every fall, I gather strength,
From ashes and dust, I ascend,
Each heartbeat a promise,
Each breath a new blend,
For I keep on dying again,
But I also learn to transcend.