Rising


Dead to the world,
She lay -
In her room,
On a cold winter night.
Eyes open,
Staring at the ceiling.
Mind blank,
No hope in her heart.



She hears a voice,
His voice -
Coming from far away,
Calling out to her.
She closes her eyes,
Sees him,
Lips smile,
And she rises from the ashes.

Email Feedback

“We all need people who will give us feedback. That’s how we improve.” – Bill Gates