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Ashes Acrid, stale-- no burning left beyond this soreness at the back of the throat, open-- open-wide and staring, eyes blinded as the sun burst within.
And again, A chasm grabs greedily at All that remains...
Ashes Acrid, stale -- yet, burning somewhere, signs of life? And I? I, no longer who I once was, stand, agape and sore, worn, weary and knowing that from this chasm, I must rise.
Then, a moment, gone! Fled, forever... Once again, quiet. And so very still. Sorrow and stillness. Dry tears and wonder. Sorrow, Strength And ashes.
Ashes To Ashes? Once again, swallowed whole spun back, spewed, spit out, burnt and cold, dry, acrid, agape-- yet, we rise -- Nothing left of who we were...
Yet we rise.
Together! One spontaneous roll of thunder, climbing, trodding, treading wearily this razed and trembling earth-- Treading a miracle, ugly, burdensome miracle -- And from this chasm, yet again, We rise.
Driven by myth, yet again, yet again... we rise.
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stand, agape and sore,
worn, weary and knowing
that from this chasm,
I must rise.
Then, a moment, gone!
Fled, forever...
Once again, quiet.
And so very still.
Sorrow and stillness.
Dry tears and wonder.
as you read giving a feeling almost as human rockets
in lift-off...Beautifully expressed, Micha!
Reindeer
"Ashes
Acrid, stale -- yet,
burning somewhere,
signs of life?
And I?
I, no longer who I once was,
stand, agape and sore,
worn, weary and knowing
that from this chasm, "
Brava!
I agree Oooo.
Peg