Ashes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dry and arid inside, no green or water anywhere to be seen,
to light a match and throw it upon the desert of my mind,
allowing a brush fire to consume every thought and memory.

Burying my mind beneath the ashes of my personal history,
allowing none of it to be seen or shared by anyone on earth.

Secrets kept hidden by a sorrowful heart and mind are frozen
in depths of pain, unfelt.

Characteristics of helpless dependence have been burnt
completely out, no longer a part within.

Hot winds blowing all ashes of inner being into the atmosphere,
forever away from me.