Beauty From Ashes
Beauty from ashes.
That's what they're telling me.
One day I'll find beauty,
in these ashes I see.
I find myself crumbling,
being blown about in the wind,
and keep wondering,
how am I to stay complete
when ashes make me?
Can beauty be made
from ashes
strewn across the seas?
The flames browned my skin,
burned my hair,
made every thing too dark to believe,
but I must have hope,
because there is beauty from these ashes
that keep making me.
Copyright © Louise Picek | Year Posted 2007
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