Poetry Project, V. 10.0, Day 26

So, let's talk about reincarnation.  I have a theory - and for those who know me, this ether means it's something really good and plausible, or it's something that is going to sound so far-fetched, it must be fiction.  Frankly, I think both have the same probability of happening.  But my theory is roughly this: we have more than one life, and we keep coming back over and over and over.  We're not always the same person, we're not always even the same gender.  Sometimes, we have a memory of those older lives, and often times, we don't - or at least, it's very dormant and needs just the right trigger to awaken those memories.  Now, I don't think that everyone has to subscribe to my theory, so please, don't get your dander up - just accept that I have (another) crackpot theory and you can totally discount it and I won't be offended in the least.  BUT.....it gives a little notion as to where this poem comes from.

 i fear that place,

what i might find there,

if it will let me go,

and if not, what will become of me?

it has a hold on that place,

something beneath the skin, 

in the very marrow of me,

something in the ground,

as though i have known it before,

walked in its paths,

drank its water,

and grew strong here.

i can't explain how i know, but i do -

i fear to travel there,

and i know,

at some point,

it will be required.

there is a question to ask, 

that drives me there,

pulls me,

demanding an answer.

and i must go.

Thanks for reading,

Me