half-choked

Transportation completed, yet stalled
Hung somewhere, sometimes,
Mid-stride, mid-sentence, mid-ground
On fire in a bucket of ice
Metal-hard in new tender flesh
The old one, the new one,
Conception, death,
Re-birth, verve
Picking up where I should’ve left off
Taking out what I couldn’t before
Choking to death the former,
Tripping over the newer
Running, smashing down face-first
Bloodied, but purified.
Pull me up, Father…