Poetry Feature 21: Amidst These Ashes

Hello everyone. Queen of Spades. Today is the last feature poem from the poetry collection Private Pain: Amidst These Ashes. I present to everyone "Amidst These Ashes".

Numerous exoskeletons I’ve shed
 To make myself clean,
 And maybe I’ll never shine like new.
 Perhaps I’ll always have
 That little tinge of grime
 That will linger
 To remind me of where I’ve been.
 
 Numerous veins and arteries
 Have been cut from my heart
 To rid the waste from my spirit.
 And maybe I’ll always have dirt on my wings
 Embedded in their folds
 To remind me of my struggle.
 
 To be honest,
 I don’t want to go back
 To the beginning:
 Being naïve
 To the disappointment
 Associated with the world
 And the betrayals
 Related to the human body.
 
 Instead,
 I’d like to move forward,
 Keeping with me the lessons
 Stemming from my Private Pains.
 I’m hoping other people who read this
 Won’t make my same mistakes.
 
 But if they have, may they continue to travel
 On the never ending quest
 For Self-Love
 And Inner Peace.