Ash by Dona

Posted on March 8, 2014 by

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They say it’s heavy,

fist-sized,

wet.

 

Mine was heavy,

but felt nut-sized

and full of rust..

 

My heart has suffered the yearning long enough for it to lose its biotics.

It got dry, so dry, it failed to beat as fluently as obliged.

 

My heart lucidly turned to ash.

 

It was trashed.

 

I took a grip of the apex; the outermost point of maximum felt intensity

and I sensed it;

a stranger amongst me

beating aimlessly

while I wondered, how could I last so long

with a heart that’s no longer within me?

 

 

60:60

24:7

365

A Year, 2 and 3

They were just numbers that I no longer cared to count.

I submitted

I lost more than just the count.

 

But one day.

 

An uncharted day.

An ambient spark.

An electrical impulse.

 

I felt it within and out. Started feeling a gap, it grew into a part, a part I cannot point.

A withering part,

Shivering,

Shaking,

Begging to take its part.

 

My color started to come back.

My eyes carried a new spark.

 

The life was commenced within my ash.

 

 

It doesn’t matter where,

when

or whom,

 

ash,

despite being ash,

can still harbor the seeds of life.

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