whispers from the ash heap

nobody noticed
when the dust settled
drifting into nooks and cracks
coating shelves and knickknacks 
nobody noticed 
when everything slowly faded 
under a dull gray hue

we have forgotten 
we are stardust and light
we are bone and sinew
blood and flesh infused
with the eternal spirit of love
living, breathing beacons 
with potential for goodness 

nobody noticed 
as we languished 
under the ash heaps 
of history repeating
we have forgotten 
what we are made of 
we have forgotten 
who we are...

~kat

This one ruminated for a while in my head, eking out in pieces…I needed to sleep in it to bring it to the page. The glimmer for day 64…remember, remember who you are. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are less than…

Peace, Live, and Glimmers to you!

~kat