Proof of Life

my roots scale upward

unhinged ivy reaching 

for sooted skies;

requiem of a shadowed life

dying to live

these supple sinews thrive

feeding on solum start

deconstructing my destruction;

a bushfire birth

I have dirt in my eyes

and ashes in my mouth

but feet feel ethereal freedom

breach-birthed I walk the heavens

with a child-like stride

winds howl a needled dirge;

grief for blistered skin

but not for razed beginning

nor gaping land it left

knowing rain falling today

was raised by scorching sun

and tomorrow is laid

clear and mine

BY: Maggie L