Isabella Francis

(18 June 1996 / India)

Ashes


Lighter than feathers, blacker than coal, they lied in front of me
Ashes of my burnt heart were they for me to see.

My heart had been hurt countless in the past
It was broken by many whom it trusted fast.

It made me take pathetic decisions and think of love
It overshadowed my brain lying a few inches above.

But now my way was clear
To climb up in life's ladder the time was near.

I'll miss my heart because it contained my true friends
Now, it is too late to make amends.

I bent down and picked up a pinch of ash,
Wrapped in silk I'll save it in a secret stash.

My heart now flows down with the rain
I go away happy, sad and in-sane.

Submitted: Saturday, March 31, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 31, 2012

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