As the colors fade and slowly turn to grey,
I rise from the ashes, color blossoming from within me.
I hear a whisper behind me,
But I dare not look back.
As I look in front of myself, it dawns on me that I must walk,
F o r w a r d s,
The voices behind me whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Telling me to walk back to them or once again become soot,
As I lift my foot off the ground,
s l o w l y
And set it down on the hard cement,
I nearly trip on myself.
The voices behind me are yelling at me,
Telling me to come back.
But I can’t.
For if I do,
My death will come soon,
They know of this and try to convince me it’s what I
Another foot forward.
Then I hear my family’s voices coming from behind me,
Telling me I must stay.
That I can’t afford to leave,
That I’m hell bound despite my faith.
I blow them a kiss goodbye,
With tears falling from my eyes,
And pray that God will take care of me.
And then I see her,
Reaching for me,
And for the first time in my life,
I run as if I am one with the wind,
And in those moments,
Could this really be?