grow out of
the ashes
they left you incollect
what refused to burn down
and hide it awayyour strength
your power
your voicethey will want
to trample over it
over and
over againbut don't let that stop you
they may have
stained your hands
blackbut your heart?
your heart is still gold
YOU ARE READING
Brave | ✓
Poetrya collection of poems and writeups to soothe the weary soul Copyright © 2020 by Aisha Z.