Rebirth

I labor over the pain
And curse past verses 
For never truly showing the worth
After adopting peace 
Adapted to the turmoil
Til the soil is still
Yet
Until the seed is planted 
I’m granted no reprieve 
But in the dead of the night
I grieve
In fear of
What was sown may never see the light of day 
Water but never grown
Pictured but not shown
The premonition contracts my psyche
As my soul begins to groan
Tossed, turned, and shaken
Not broken but stern
Seeing what is not known
Knowing
Is the relentless battle
I brace
Gripping the hope that hankers down 
My consuming faith in what is to come
Breathe
“Remember your technique”
Eyes shut 
I peek
As the crown peaks
Over the horizon, through the valleys
Breathe
“Remember your purpose”
Regain your conscience 
And pen point your focus
I smile at midnight
For in the eleventh hour
I witnessed the
Rebirth