Ashes (part 2)A Poem by PebblesSweeping up the ashes, that lay abandoned upon the hearth
The poetess emptys them into an old tin can She is not sure wether to keep them or to throw them to the wind in fury For they alone are responsible for Her sleepless nights and vivid dreams There are secrets she dares not share Upon a wall with so many ears Blood curdling emermies Demons so real Claws stretched hoping to find her weakness She hears the whisper of a memory and All becames clearer She takes back the falsity she bestowed upon her being As it could not possibly help her now She would learn first to be true to herself All that lies just beyond the vally of hopelessness is leaving her minds eye Now my child , my poetess , my heart , my soul on the dragons back you must climb Only yourself can save you from the ashes That were born from the fire within your heart And away Away she flew from all the confusion She realised now was not in her heart But in the heart of another Do not transfix her with your screwed up visions Of a world without love Without the very understanding Of what lies at the base of all human existence She will not this day share bread with the devil For her soul is no longer in excile But flying high above you The poetess is free Within lifes breath there is a beauty that only artists and poets are granted to see .. im am grateful to my soul for freeing me from the restraints of others © 2011 PebblesAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on March 13, 2011 Last Updated on March 13, 2011 AuthorPebblesBristol, South West, United KingdomAboutIf I didnt write I would probably go out of my mind, I am inspired by everything and everyone around me, you want to know more about me just read my poetry ... all is good in my world .... The film .. more..Writing
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