Hidden Sparks In Ashes
Yes I have been burned down into cold grievous ashes.
But in ashes, still lies the glimmering sparks of my strength.
My spirit is still aglow by the fire that burns within me.
The fiery hope that holds me strong to overcome my ruins.
I will rise from these cold and wet ashes, spark by spark.
A regal incarnation will it be with an avatar of new flames.
Once I'm ablaze standing tall there will be no fading out.
You haven't seen the last of me yet, the spark is still there.
Above is my response to the below quote by Rupi Kaur.
I have dug my way out the ground
with palm and fist many times.
My whole life has been one burial after another.
I will find my way out of you just fine.
Date : 12/15/2016
Note : For the contest (Quote Prompt II) by Laura Loo.
*Placed First*
Copyright © Afzal Nusker | Year Posted 2016
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