I stand amid ashes, charcoal black
Clutching my heart- splintered and cracked
Furiously blinking back a stream of cries,
Sorrow cascades over swollen red eyes.
Anguish – despair – pain.
A trembling trumpets wavering wail
Interrupts lifes’ rhythmic smooth sail
Thrusts me into a turbulent cyclone
Landing far beyond the vast unknown.
Forlorn – rejected – stuck.
Into the inky raging sea – headfirst
Illuminated by a quick short burst.
Hidden beneath the dark murky tides
A bright array of shimmers meet my eyes.
Ambition – desire – hope.
Lying below the dismal veneer,
Dense with soft velvet roses, so clear.
Swaying rhythmically with gentle winds,
Like a baby’s pure breath, free of sins.
Tranquil – serene – peace.
Life is top quality chinaware,
Delicate, precious, yet allows repair.
Though mine is cracked, chipped, unclean,
I polish it to a lustrous sheen.
Despair – desire – peace.