Anew 

She was born half alive 

like most of us 

attempting just to survive 

amidst the fuzz 

Her skin a white canvas 

by guilt untouched  

was slowly tattooed  

by parent’s wrongs  

Enchantment remained hidden 

for much too long  

until the fateful day 

she finally broke 

Forced to gather the pieces 

to rebuild herself 

she knew for the first time 

freedom was there 

She let go of the stains 

as much as she could 

cut loose from the shame 

until then withstood 

Life offered rebirth 

to start anew 

and so she cleansed herself 

and life started whole and true. 

Ulysses A.