After the Fire
Embers twitched;
it took everything I had
but they reluctantly stirred to my will
Cold ashes abandoned in the grate also
mustered under whispered threats
and gentle reproach
Through tortured twists
and painful resolve
hollow bones, wings and talons emerged
I live again -
spirited, proud and free
Rising to face the world anew
Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2017
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