Grow from the ground up
Round up the bones and ash them
Ash yourself
Drown in the rain
There are days when it will hurt
Days where it will kill
Do you think you can handle it?
Do you think you know the agony of loss?
The freedom of grief?
The moon begs us to stay put
Bury our feet deep within the earth
Give back to the mother and start again
The sun asks us to try
To awake with new blood
And to bask in the heat of its love
Will you burn for it
Just as it burns for you?
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Poetrya collection of my poetry of the past 3 years. i appreciate you giving it a chance.
