Resurrection

I dreamed I was shot at

But didn’t die

The next night

There was a corpse

It wasn’t  mine

Something died that night though

Someone even

A part of me

And while that dead body

Was lying in the morgue

I was thinking of procreation

Even celebration

Of creating new life

Now I’m pregnant

With a new me

And can’t wait to see

What kind of person
I will turn out to be