arising from the rubble.

among the ashen remains 
the smoking rubble 
the broken dreams
she slowly 
awakens
her head is full of memories
things she can't define
blurry photos 
of unknown people stare into her mind

among the glass shattered by hate 
she slowly comes to fruition 
with all her fallen hopes
she rises from the animosity 
and from the ashes glows

among the baron scape of nothing
aside from peering eyes
she entertains the thought of living 
and from the rubble does she rise

among the newly grown things
the love that cleaned of all scars and hate
she reaches up to touch the sky 
and alights on white feather wings.