laying at the bottom of a dark abyss
crying out, pleading in desperation
up from these ashes i hope to rise
fighting to emerge from this deep pit
clawing my way through strife i climb
cutting the strangling vines of fear
wrapping tight around me, choking
breaking free, through the darkness
a ray of light and warmth cuts through
seeing hope of making it out alive
standing at the top you are waiting
reaching out to take your offered hand
giving me one last burst of strength
you start to pull me up, till we lock eyes
my smile fades, and my heart sinks
as i read in your hateful piercing glare
all the angry words that burn so deep
noticing how i was fooled yet again
trying to hang on, fear overtakes me
my hand starts slipping from yours,
pushing me, ripping your hand away
sending me falling through anguish
shattering as i crash back to the bottom
all hope escaping, no strength remains
as i land back down amongst my ashes.
The imagery of this poem is so strong but I saw you flying above it like a beautiful phoenix.10
This poem is sad, yet theres pleasure in reading this poem. u crash, u rise and then again u crash. i hope there is again a rise as the title suggests. Nice poem
This is a really sad (but awesome) poem. Like Margret said, the imagery is absolutely amazingly vivid and life like. Yet, we still find a sense of hope in this poem, because we give ourselves the wings and we soar through the winds of life into something much better. Tremendously beautiful, Great write! Keep it up!
from the ashes you will rise, via your own hands! good poetry!
I liked this poem alot, very well thought. keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this poem, I could imagine the scene in my head, truly a beautiful melencholic poem. ^_^ Tehehehe! : D