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|Pheonix (standard:poetry, 316 words)|
|Author: Nathan Scot Taylor||Added: Mar 11 2001||Views/Reads: 2438/2||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|From the ashes, I arise.|
From the ashes I am surrounded by a pile of ashes It's done, its over The past has gone. Nothing we do will bring it back. But the future is ours. The charred timbers of an old chair We will shape it how we choose We will shake off the shackles of past suffering We will watch ourselves, to prevent our mistakes The smell of sulfer can still be tasted in the air But we will not forget that they are our mistakes For we have the potential to create whatever we wish The ashes of a beloved childhood toy. We will not forget the pain and the sadness But we will not glorify them. Nor allow ourselves to be locked down by them. A page, from an elementary school english project. For we are free now We are whatever we choose to allow ourselves to be We will not forget this The loose peg of a bed, that I would toss in the air. We will love, we will hate We will learn, we will forget We will be The memory of a Christmas night And we will let those who are not go And we will shape those whom we choose to be The towel I used to use. The memories of the past wash over me. And I lay down the old hatreds. The old pain. It was my closest friend, my only confidant once. I forget the past, and I move on. As I had to. That picture of me on top of the fireplace The one you had to send me back for-because I wasn't smiling. And my heart grows lighter, for the old pain fades more And it begins its long search, for something more. I don't know how or where I'll find it. But the journey begins here, In the ashes. And I thank you, for letting me begin. Tweet
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