yes I climbed out of the ashes,
my lungs were burning from the flames,
my heart was melted to my veins,
my brain was a layered mush of smoky remains,
my fingers lost their prints inside the climbing dirt of my soul that was drained.
but I survived, lived to tell it, found a hand that reached out to me,
saved myself but took the hand anyway, cause love,
even if it burns you, to not take the chance is to stay frozen,
given the chance I'd rather be on fire than numb to my pains.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
