Sep 2020
The ashes of your fire that burnt
me adorns my heart,
like a sweet laced with poison.
Among the vultures that lurk
in the shadows of mistrust,
I seek out my missing pieces.
The days that were broken mirrors,
left the scars to last an eternity
as I fixed them with the gold of silence.
The scars heal, yet they remain
to scare away rays in the dark
as my blood runs cold.
me adorns my heart,
like a sweet laced with poison.
Among the vultures that lurk
in the shadows of mistrust,
I seek out my missing pieces.
The days that were broken mirrors,
left the scars to last an eternity
as I fixed them with the gold of silence.
The scars heal, yet they remain
to scare away rays in the dark
as my blood runs cold.
The scars that remain speaks my resilience and strength I gathered to come back to life from the pile of ashes.
Never be ashamed of your ashes , the ashes that made you.
Never be ashamed of your ashes , the ashes that made you.
(22/F)
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