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Ashes


Thoughts of my ashes being swept away

Forces my heart to conform.

Daydreams of an empty book

Shadows my thoughts of the present.

Perceptions of a meek spirit

Bears the fruit of my past.

The demons that chase me,

The angels that keep me.

Shattered I was,

As a child.

Spanish father.

Black mother.

Yearning for a cure.

She desperately fought for life.

What I took for granted.

What she lost.

A deadbeat dad,

I had to face him.

Stand up for love.

I can't erase the pain.

Perseverance is what stood out.

Win the war, not the battle.

She fought, why cant I?

A grand mother is not the same as

A Grandmother.

She loves me,

Calls me her "bella flor en flor".

Beautiful blooming flower.

"la edad no es igual a la sabiduría"

Age does not equal wisdom,

She would always say.

Lessons to be learned.

Phrases to translate.

Spanish girl,

Red locks,

Curly tresses.

Me.

Scrumptuosity:

The poetess in me.

Leaving this world,

Dare I say.

Is a fear I must face.

But ultimately this fear,

Of not being remembered,

Is more terrifying than anything else.

Written by Sellmecandy


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