Jewel In The Ashes Poem by Sonny Rainshine

His spirit lay cracked,
fissured like the branched webwork
on an antique vase, still viable,
but flawed.

His being hacked,
as if by a machete;
his will severed
like canes of bamboo,
fallen akimbo,
no longer striving
for the sun.

His mercy wracked
and as withered
as vines in November,
still embracing the trellis
though drained of sap
and sinew.

Yet shimmering amid his misery,
a tuft of green in sterile earth,
the residue of his youth,
the dreams he’s packed
for a lifetime
waits in the rubble, patient.