A Coward in the Night, Death, and Rebirth | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, from a working collection

A dark-haired specter of ill fate 

emerged while back turned, taking

the children I was to have, 

the life I was to lead,

the person I was known to be.

Shot full of holes,

I pulled myself through heavy dirt 

you piled on me.

You ended one life,

but I got another in me.