Blooming from the ashes,
It rises,
Brave, bold, and beautiful.
It is strong,
Despite all its mistakes,
It's alive.
Never will judgement hinder,
Nor hurt it,
For its strength's eternal,
It is brave.
Their opinions have no weight.
It's alive.
Like water from its wings,
They will fall.
Forever it defies,
All life's laws.
It will rise forever.
"It" is you.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Box
Poetry"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." ~Leonard Cohan. So, this is just the 'ash' of my life. The muddled thoughts I've formed into words and verses, rhymes and lines. Some may be pitifully bad...
