Life of Ashes

Life of Ashes

The dismal remains

Of a once

 Magnificent fire

That had at a time

Glowed and crackled and sparked

That had radiated with joy and warmth

All that’s left now

Are its ashes- paper thin pieces

A whisper of what used to be

And blow away with

Each cutting breeze

When the last of the ashes begin to drift away

A new spark is brought

From the ashes he is born

And the ashes will be his home

Until he finds-when he finds

A way to grow into

His own bonfire

Luminous

Fiery

Tongues of flame that will

Reach and reach

Never swaying in the faces of time

Hatred

Cruelty

Oppression

But for now he waits

Patiently

In his life of ashes

Of what could’ve been

What should’ve been

Of what used to be

Knowing

He’ll be greater than

His life of ashes