Born of Ashes

Goldilocks

We were born of ashes and blood,

In a shattered past stained with death.

Each word hurt like a knife stabbing,

Each day felt closer to the end.

The pain did not stop for a second,

It grew bigger with rage.

Despite it all, survival was my saviour.

Living got me into the arms of a soul like mine.

A soul that needed mine, a soul that found me too.

A soul that needed saving and soothing, just like I did.

The world got colors, and the heart filled with light.

Today, I live the dream I had when I cried myself to sleep.

All the times I begged in desperation,

Prayed for hope, prayed for a hero.

All the tears that wetted my pillow,

All the silent screams the walls held,

All the beatings the bed took.

So it all had meaning, it all led me here.