Reborn

by DecemberPaintedWings

Chris was wasting away in the attic. The love that was in his life had died with his father. Another year passes and what has changed? Nothing that he could see. *Rated K for mentions of what could be construed as depression*

A/N: This poem is one I wrote a while back and thought that it kind of fit for this. I thought maybe this is how Chris felt in the attic. It's his turn to speak – Cathy definitely wasn't shy about saying how SHE felt about things! Enjoy and please review!

Reborn

Another year older passes afraid

Quiet, buttoned-down and staid,

Wishing for someone to wake me up.

I am slipping

Perpetually blind and tripping

I am faded out

Played down so far.

Stretched until I snap back

Branches dead and useless,

Maybe on this day I'll be reborn

Rising from the pyre into life.