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. 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

More by Inkpaw

  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker