She burned everything to the ground,
watched, as it turned into a mound.
Emotional human in her- grimaces,
makes a necklace from the leftover ashes.
Initially unaware of its heavy weight,
she fell for the age old bait.
Moved ahead, turned a new leaf,
did not reminisce or shed grief.
But all throughout her traveled path,
the necklace left some of its part.
As she neared towards the end,
grew the lightness of the pendant.
Elated she looked back fast,
but her joy did not last.
Every road where she had once stroll,
smelled of burnt leaves and charcoal.
Her journey was over now,
all she could say was “ciao“.
Her whole life flashes,
what if she hadn’t collected the ashes?
As emotional humans we tend to walk with a lot of unnecessary burden on our shoulders which weighs us down and creeps in every good moment of our lives, tainting it. What if we didn’t collect the ashes of our failures? I would love to know your views.