# The Ash

Author: Xandie
Tags: Emotion, First Person, Poem, Sad

Poem

I came from deep within the flames

I am old, no longer fresh with the searing burn of fire's youth

I am light

Carried tenderly upon the restless breeze

Away, away

From my once home

All I knew

I'll settle atop the frigid beauty of the grounded grass

Quietly, quietly

Enveloped beneath the morning dew

I am the ash

As the tears of rain pour down

Softly, softly

I am no more

I once was

But now I am not

Do not fear

For there are always flames to burn

Gently, gently

I will live again

 

 

Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/4nARxQV1