Ashes of Hope

Written by: Karlin K. Jensen

I drifted like a ghost
Among the blackened ruins.
Trying to remember laughter,
And the joy once here,
All I see now are
The darkened stones.
Charred remains mocking
The majesty of the past,
And I wonder how
Such destruction exists.
No colors, only shades,
As though it’s all
Dressed for mourning.
Yet…what is that?
There, amid the ruin,
And the fallen glory,
In the darkness
And piled up ashes,
There is a small green
Plant.
A flower, to be exact,
Half buried but 
Still so determined.
A growing hope
In a harsh, dark place,
Saying “I’m still alive,
Despite the destruction.”
New life, new hope.
New dreams, 
A rebuilding on top
Of broken foundations.