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".
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.
