Wednesday April 4, 2012
The Ache 
[Ashes into Beauty] 
I feel like death stole something from me. I claw at the walls, but still my anguish does not dissipate. Screaming, I throw and break things as I walk through the room. I calm down and look at the floor. Here  I am again- left with the broken pieces that were once beautiful things….and there is nothing. Nothing still that can bring him back. I revolt against the hurt, the change. Tragedy burns through me. Sears from loss pattern my heart.  I let the hurt show on my face. Tears fall and the ache runs free. The pain falls like drops of blood to the floor. My dad sits in the room with me. Holds my hand. We look at each other, and tears drip off my cheeks.  I feel each throb of my heart, pulse blood through my veins. Minutes and hours fly by, but I am lost. I have hidden away in the walls of my heart. The ache, the ache runs free. The memories, the memories come to life. These ashes these ashes turn into beauty. Oh, these ashes, will turn into beauty.