BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH

Our Roots

(January has always been your month...And that's why, I'm gonna update this first poem for you. You may no longer know me and I may no longer know you, but this poem's for you. I have written this piece years ago, when you were drowning. I sincerely hope you're doing fine now. I hope the sun is warming your soul when you feel so cold inside, as frosty as the winter itself... I hope the stars are guiding you through the dark of the night when nobody's around. I hope you have everything you've dreamed of having. After all past is past, and by the passage of time, your name and mine have become nothing but memories. And our memories nothing but an unrealistic fantasy. May you have a blissful year and a very successful life.)

And when the last apple falls from the tree of that place,

I wonder if the breeze

Will long to play

With those branches of yours...

The ones so broken and eternally bruised.

I wonder if they'll ever come

And pass by your place

Without the intention to harvest

Without the intention to take.

I just wonder if the breeze

Playing with your leaves today

Will be there tomorrow,

To keep your company

And all of your worries away.

Having witnessed the winter with you

I know,

I do surely know

How the trunk of that apple tree

Does tremble in the snow...

Without apples and leaves to cheer up the tree

Without a shield of spring to scatter hope

The tree easily sank into a trap of dope.

An addiction to flashbacks

Incessant yearnings for the past,

Bittersweet Loneliness

A state of empty hopelessness

Ensnared deeply in its roots.

I do certainly know

That the breeze of the spring was born to grow,

To kill you emphatically in the midst of snow.

For it solely loved your dazzling outline

And the sparks you possessed,

Which will quickly fade away

Now that the storm is coming your way.

Trust me I can feel you,

And that's how I know

How lonely you become when you're on your own.

When no one's watching,

And you're helplessly drowning in the dark

I can hear your soul crying on its own...

I can even see how in that inevitable emptiness

You're marginalizing yourself from the rest of the living

To bleed on your own.

But if you remember me in the dark

Even though I know you won't

If you show me your efforts,

Your endeavors

Your curiosity to know,

I will tell you that I'm the Apple tree that was beside you years ago...

I will show you how our roots are weaved in a similar way

I will show you how our roots are

Old Souls,

Old companions,

Too familiar to be forever changed.

Just by the sight of your efforts,

I will give you my helping hand,

It will be your shield of hope,

To ease your pain,

And fight with you the cruelty of this game.

If you look harder and deeper my dear,

You will feel me inside your veins

I'm at your roots

Inside your pain.

I can help you and cheer you up if you realize who I really am.

Today, Tomorrow, after Tomorrow...

Even on the deadliest days of your pain,

I'm here to stay and hold you strong,

For your roots and my roots,

No matter how crooked and wrong they have grown,

Had always had the same colors..

And just maybe your roots and mine had always been...

Best Friends.

(May you find beautiful things today and may the universe reveal to you that at the very end of my heart there's always a place for you. Something in there will always love you.)