I was born again today.
I was born in that kiss.

I was born in that first book.

I was born in my brother’s first open eyes.

I was born in the fireworks.

I was born in the tears, the running away, the pain.

I was born in that pillow fight.

I was born in the regalement of my past.

I was born in the holding hands, the deep looks.

I was born in those dramatic lies.

I was born in that trip on the water.

I was born in that gasping breath.

I was born in those welcomes.

I was born in the anew.

I was born in the fights.

I was born in the peace.

I was born in the discovery.

I was born in the flee.

I was born again today.

And I shall be born again tomorrow.

Man is not born when he enters the world, but when he makes the world alive.