From Ashes: A Book of Free Verse Poetry

By Milene Naja

Have you ever contemplated the deepness of love, regret, angst? Within this book is a woman's struggles through love, spirituality, humanity, and finding love through those struggles.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9781435778757

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From Ashes

From Ashes

A Book of Free Verse Poetry

M. Naja

www.lulu.com

Chicopee, Massachusetts, USA

Copyright © 2022 Milene Naja

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

ISBN: 978-1-4357-7875-7

Printed in the United States of America

addiction

I’m an addict to the fire.

It’s that shit that keeps happening…

Bad boys ain’t no good.

Good boys ain’t no fun.

Been trying for many years

To revive this bitter petal

Come back from the ashes

As that phoenix.

Rising above the darkness

Yet…

It’s almost everlasting

God’s winds are too strong.

Why everything that’s wrong

Feels so good…

But my heart breaks so bad.

Looking for just a drop of octane

To make this soul shake.

Straight terror in my heart

Landmines fill this spirit

Hot to the touch.

I take this blood

Dire and dark.

Shedding and dripping from the source

As if there’s no end.

How’s my heart coming back from this?

This silence is violence.

Makes it hard to be intellectual.

Talkin’ about the qualitative and

Quantitative method to this woman’s pain.

Come with philosophical…

The phenomenological.

The biopsychosocial…

Crawling through broken glass

On my ass

Trying to find the correlation between

My soul and existence.

Going through a downward spiral

In heartbreak.

But I’m coming home.

Feeling like the blood on this paper

Isn’t enough.

From ashes I rise.

How many variables

Need to be considered before

It’s my time?

I’m here to bring the drama.

Pause…

Wait one second.

How vicious can I be on the awakening?

From ashes…

It’s time to come home.

Bear witness.

I’m coming home.

Being born within a prophet’s breath

My skin the color of the sun

Eyes visualizing Heaven.

Angels just staring back…

I’m ready.

My home isn’t where you think it is.

My bare feet find home

On sizzling concrete and broken glass.

It’s real.

Fighting desire and demons.

You’re uninvited… Yet here.

I feel the pulse of the world

As I extend my hand to the air.

It meets every heartbeat

Reminding me I’m here.

This heart never rests.

I’m looking for you.

The theory to my hypothesis…

The meaning behind

My