Poetry: REBORN

You are your own audacity;

So comfortable in your own trajectory,

Superseding the norm,

You implicate yourself in needed reform,

Emerging moon-splashed and reborn,

With one finger on the tribunal horn;

It’s your own presence you adorn.

You’re the whisper of the sane,

With your heart presiding over doom’s lane;

You are ascertain of your grand measure,

Making you a most desired treasure.

                                 - Raeez Jacobs

© Copyright. 2012. Raeez Jacobs.