A New Crown

And she watched herself burn in the smoke and the fire
white hot flames that she slowly began to admire
and she cried and cried as the remnants were cast
and her ways and woes became a part of the past,

The wind swept the embers of who she used to be
like ripples dancing across the surface of the sea
like pages of history ripped from a book
she whispered goodbye, grabbed her coat from its hook
and left without giving it one final look,

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
she felt herself slowly beginning to trust
and all that was left was raw vulnerability
she woke up to see the patterns of synchronicity
and she knew it was time to step into her light,
fireflies lit up the path that lay dormant at night,

She held her head high, hair falling to the ground
strands of golden thread that didn’t make a sound
she didn’t look back and she didn’t look down
she carried on upwards, refusing to drown,

With a spring in her step and a fire in her toes
her body was made of iron and bones
sturdy as the wind, light as a feather
she bent and she bruised, she changed like the weather,

She raised her marble wings to the sun
and she knew before it was over, she’d already won
and she never looked back and she never looked down
she flew into the horizon, wearing her crown

One Comment

Add yours →

  1. An incredibly powerful piece of writing, completely moving.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: