Out of the Ashes

By Seema


Out of the ashes they rise
Out of twisted metal, shattered glass
Empty coffee mugs, half-eaten breakfasts
pink message slips never delivered

Out of darkness they emerge
their voices linger on the wind
a bittersweet comfort
to those left behind

We hear stories, learn names
someone's uncle daughter father cousin
as they walk among us
the memory of horror

We huddle in blue white red
Grasping at symbols, mourning innocence
Hearts beating in throats
Eyes clouded forever by darkness

Remember they whisper
As hope fades dies
But resolve grows hardens
They will call us brave

Out of the ashes, they rise



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