The most expensive dust I own
Are the ashes of my dreams and hopes.
They are smoke and dust on a lonely road,
The remains of who I once was.
The wind goes wild, a wicked game,
It blinds my eyes with fear and shame.
My vision blurs, the sky turns black,
I can’t move forward, I can’t turn back.
A scream ignites, but will not fly,
It scalds my throat, then curls to die.
We both did, my scream and I,
We suffocate trying to hide,
Swallow the fire, get ready to fight.
The ground remembers every fall,
each bruise, and every scar.
But I know how to breathe with burning lungs.
I carry every storm I’ve met,
As proof, I am the one they dread.
Lightning carves its name in me,
And thunder bends to hear me speak.
They thought I was the echo, but I am the quake.
They thought I would shatter, but I am the blade.
I became the price they have to pay.
I faced the evil and made his smile fade.
I don’t forgive what forged me in flame,
I remember, and I rename.
