Raised Through Ash Poem by Karol Bashline

Day One – succeeding thirteen
a child stolen, ripped into womanly flesh.
The flowing sea pours down her cheeks as she's wrapped in a shroud of purple orchids.
Only the bruises now cloak her trembling flesh.

A tenebrous heart and fractured soul cling to her body 
while regret and sorrow slither into this beings soul
under the glimmering moonlight.

Collecting awakened thought,
her inner-spirit invokes her remains skyward.
A still apprehensive body, now commanded by sheer will
battles to restore her hollowed bones to its once radiant self.

Time harmonized this corpse.
Once a trembling soul at sea 
filled and brimming with spite,
      yet now she stands firmly anchored on the shore.

Day-One succeeding fifteen
a child stolen, ripped into womanly flesh
laid in her arms as the seas flowed down another’s face once again.

A long past inner-spirit rekindles inside her with an immense explosion
as protective wings once wrapped in a shroud of shame,
now become the Protector and Healer to lost souls.

An empowered voice now wails...
we WILL NOT GO into the darkness and be still.
NO, we will not go into the darkness without a fight.

She is no longer a victim,
rather a Phoenix swirling through ash...
finally emerging into beautiful flight.