Wednesday, May 13, 2015

The Beauty of my story: Poetry Edition, Beauty in Ashes by Matasha Lee

Beauty in Ashes by Matasha Lee


Thoughts a blazing

 Smoke Arising

 from the dark painted scars

 Tears a flowing

 While Beauty forms

 from the ashes that are left

 No need to wash away

 what cannot be seen.

 The manifestation of the unknown

 Reveals the scars she carry

 As she tries to understand

 Her birthing place.

 How did she get here?

 When clearly the ashes isn't soil.

 They have no richness to them

 to bring about life.

 So, how did she form?

 How did she come out of darkness into the marvelous light?

 With no sense of direction

 She walks with the stains of the ashes

 trampled under her feet.

 Causing her never to flee.

 But since she sees no darkness,

 She never becomes afraid.

 For she knows she cannot grow without the residue of the garden lingering upon her.

 She doesn't wash her feet.

 She keeps the stain

 As a reminder

 that her Beauty came from a strange place.

 But it brought out so much joy,

 which soon silence the pain.

 Even though the stain lingers on.

 She finds her resting place

 in knowing that beauty does form from ashes.

 The cheap, unwanted expense of nothing left

 When nothings left.

 A constant, continual reminder

 of what now is gone

 And only what can be created

 from the darkness that no longer hides.

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