A part of me died that day.

They watched.

As my life turned into grouse ashes.

Starting from the day I was born to my last day, they believed.

Fortunately, I wasn’t there to witness the anguish. 

All I’m left with are memories.

Of who I was and once was.

Later arrived at the spot.

Watched them collect all parts of me, sending them to my grave. 

I felt a heavy heartache striking my little heart as they granted me my last bed.

Little did they know a new life was rising from the ashes. 

I AM BORN AGAIN.