Rising from the Ashes


The girl from yonder when she slept

On pillow soft

Had dreams she kept

Beneath the down of feathers laced

With tears she saved from when she wept.

And stored within the liquid flow

Were thoughts of life

But dreams of gold

And memories of stories shared

Were kept inside

But never told.

 When the morning timely rose

She stretched her arms in firm repose

And told herself in solemn vows

She would not dwell upon her woes.

-MWD (aka, me)


 Flames of courage.

Note: MWD is a character from one of my novels but “her” poetry never made it to the final product. This poem is only one of many.










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