Purple Ashes in the Sky

Purple ashes

in the sky

at dusk

they fall

as my dreams

turn to dust

they were of silk

but it was lust

unreal was the zeal

where diamonds encrust

there's no chance to be cut

or shined amid the rut

of not fitting like the cut

of a 'normal' kind of strut

my walk's not with a limp

but it is with a sway

most people can't see

my way

and it's battered me

today

I thought I would

know the way

but I'm still climbing higher

it is odd, and it is dire

I was born

to be stuck this way

without typical tools

without typical rules

I'm in my own school

of life

and wearing these painful shoes

somehow paying the dues

while my heart wears a bruise

and I wheeze

from these ashes

they look purple to me

as they fall from the mauve sky

where my dreams flew up

to die

because those dreams

were just

a lie

some people get by

and some people try

but they're trapped under the rhythm

it's a dice, and it's a schism

it's a privilege to be with'em

and they took my dreams to prison

but the pyramids' a prism

and my light makes a rainbow

through it, risen

in the vibrant purple sky

over that rainbow

old dreams die

and my tears will then go dry

as the ashes

fly

By Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)