Ashes

Even the smallest spark

Can become a raging inferno

No one flame ever the same

Yet left unchecked

The results will be:

Nothing but ash and empty heart(h)

But this destruction needn't be

Wholly purging

Instead

Let us

Tend our fires

Grief, this tireless ache

Is never the same for any one person

I myself have many fires,

All burning

Begging

Pleading

So we gather our materials

Our kindling memories

Logs of experience

Sparks of lost dreams

We put them in little piles

And watch our hearts

Remember, dear,

the fire mustn't

burn out

We mustn't

Instead, we wait

For the embers to burn low

For the heat to no longer sear our face

Gather your kindling.

Turn it over in your hand

Shaking out the dust and dirt

Examining what was

What could have been

Should have been

Sprinkle it over the flame

Let your grief burn

And create anew

When you sit

Idle

Reflective

Take up your logs

Break them apart and study

What brought you here

Before adding it to the

Cleansing flames

See how they have changed?

From raging pain and loss of self

To warm. Renewing.

Wisdom from ash.