From The Ashes

How plain it is to blame,

How smooth it is to claim.

Do we ever realize our mistakes,

Every time being so lame.

 

We need to move,

Move from such vibes.

For ourselves,

For our own lives.

Is it really so easy to depart?

To leave, to stay apart?

 

Question stands what’s vital,

Leaving what can be fatal?

Choices is what matter,

To stay alone, or to scatter?

Want to be the prongs,

Or the unheard aphthongs?

 

Rise, rise so high untouched,

No one can feel,

No one can hurt!

 

We burnt ourselves,

Yet, they inflicted supercilious lashes.

And, when all was over,

I rose from the ashes…