Rebirth

Tonight, 
I will die and be 
reborn christened as 
a blank canvas in the morning. 
Then, 
the day will color 
me in with sin and 
blessings as usual. 
And life, 
with its familiar 
stroke will begin to 
feel like deja vu rubbing 
against the walls of my soul.
Remembering, 
the invisible tattoos 
history hieroglyphed so 
that I can learn from them.