Poetry -Empty

There she sits

On charred remains.

The fire burned for days.

The smokey plumes rose

Colored black and gray.

The flames flicker

Behind tired eyes,

And hope is an ember

Dimmed and barely alive.

No one heard the dreadful screams.

Or saw the labored breath.

Cast aside in expectation

Awaiting certain death.

A silent killer

Internal daze.

It watched beyond

the smokey haze.

Awaited every moment.

Fear beats brave.

No one looked deep enough

Just surface shot her grace.

Carrying on and pushing on,

Tears never rolled down

her weathered face.

The broken pieces shattered,

Mysteriously replaced.

By hidden hands

and unknown names.

The shards once scattered,

Appear perfectly placed.

To those who see but never see

The ulcers of burning pain,

Her challenge is to breathe.

Consume the air..

Hold it in.

..And breathe again.

But it’s a choice,

And time tumbles in the wind.

Somewhere beneath the rubble

Is a point where all begins.

The swirling debris, ferocious,

Beating her in and out.

And there flying free,

Her dreams escape her now.

As morning sun arises,

And newness hollers, “Free!”

Lies the skeleton of survival,

No longer needed or in need.

Homeless in emotion,

A vagabond in tattered wear,

Leaves behind the body

Another victim

In despair.

When you see the flames a’risin

And smoke leads the way.

Stop and take a moment,

To ask if they’re okay.

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