Ashes

Weakness is shameful. It provokes disgust and invokes provocation.


Hidden in solitude
No one can find me
Guarded by pride
No one can touch me

Walls, I have built
In keeping others out
I've fenced myself in


I sit in silence as winter calls for me. The streams dwindle as the rivers ceased their flow. Light fades as the world goes deaf. But snickering laughter and mocking tones remind me of who I've been. Walking Death, like a chilled breeze sweeping across my chest, draws me near and I begin to fall.

I cry out, and He hears. I reach out as He holds out His hand. Gathered to Him I find my peace as the voice that shook the heavens whispers, "I am here."

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