I was scrolling through comments over a poem I just read, and I noticed yours. I normally don't take the time to read the long comments due to all the spam on Wattpad, but I read yours. It was a poem you wrote, and I wanted to get your permission to write a poem inspired by it. (I'd 100% give you credit in the author's notes with your @) The poem is:
When the Sky Forgot Its Color
by Vincent Wille
When the sky forgot its color,
And the wind spoke only in sighs,
You stood beneath the silence,
Asking why the stars had lied.
The world did not answer.
It rarely does.
But the ache in your chest
Was proof that love had lived.
Grief is not the end of love—
It is its echo.
A song still singing
After the singer is gone.
You are not broken.
You are weathered.
And weathered things
Hold the shape of storms survived.
Let sorrow pass through you,
Not as a thief,
But as a teacher.
Let it carve,
Let it cleanse,
Let it leave.
And when it does,
You will find
That your heart, though changed,
Still beats.
Not as it did before—
But stronger.
Wiser.
Willing.
You are not alone in this night.
Others walk it too.
And somewhere in the dark,
A hand reaches for yours.
Take it.
Rise.
And remember:
Even ashes can be holy.
I'd really really appreciate your blessing. I've done this before, so I know I can do this poem justice!!
One writer to another,
Kirra Zaheyah Ja'Arah