She says
She yells to remind
me of the love she has
in her voice her own pain reflects
memories that I know
all to well
For I am not afraid of
the voice that reminds
my eyes of a volcanic erruption
in my face, I am afarid
of what is going to ooze out
She hits to remind me
of her the black and blue bruises
feel like kissing of my cold hearted
body for I am nothing
of the reflection that you
left behind
nothing but the memories we both know too well
She yells to remind me that I am dirt on the ground with her foot in it
a footprint to remind me of the steps that I will not
take with her help
But as of today I am no longer
dirt I am the ash that is left behind burnt and scorchted but never
too far gone with a spirit like a phoenix only to
rise again and conqure all of the
dirt that I will never be and all of the pain
that will forver lay behind me