Out Of The Ashes
Tears in my eyes
But there's no time for rain.
My heart is like a window:
Nothing but pain.
Shattered and broken,
Just leave me with a token
Of what was
But never will be,
No matter how hard we've been hoping.
Life for me ain't no crystal stair,
Langston Hughes never lied,
But I no longer care.
I don't need the world's pity,
Life is not supposed to be fair.
Problem is,
I'm still torn,
It's all up in flames.
Dead.
So I mourn.
Yet out of the ashes of the dead,
My strength is born.
poem by Denice Robinson
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