i could not create
unless it was not already
devastated,
razed to the ground
slash-and-burn style,
while tiny sprouts
of infantile hope
lay buried beneath
and out of reach.

today there is ashes
tomorrow new growth,
a re-cycling of now,
life does cling.
each tenuous gasp
at oxygen and light
is a
battle of will
and luck
and a memorial
to what has been burned away.

02/03/2012

Posted on 02/03/2012
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