Rising From the Ashes ~ djl When I look up I see the storm... Swirling grey; Releasing its low, Quiet rumble Again and again That forces a cower From all living things And from it leaps Chaotic lines of Purple, blue, green: Flashes that seem like The visual equivalent Of a gunshot to the head And yet I know that, Beyond the grey Lies the blue. And if I could only Rise from the ashes That have been burying me For so long, I'll be able to Live Again. And I know that, If I'm able to Weather the storm Then maybe I'll be able to Feel Again. And I won't have to Spend my life Preparing to quiver. And I feel the rising Levitating Those things that are more powerful Than gravity And fear: The will; The desire; The need, And the power of the mind To overcome Even the most horrifying Of life's experiences. And I rise toward the clouds... Back - Home