Descent to Rise

Eyes groggy from the cold wind,
Prophecies of your past stare into oblivion.
You knew the body was a vessel of frailty
Bones merely the rock candy of the ground.

But you embraced the city lights
When they sung in patterns
You sipped the nectar from geraniums,
And listened to the orchestra of crickets
As autumn leaves befell
Onto the break of dusk.

Yet like a silly junebug,
You threw yourself into the light.
It burned you, but couldn't tear your drive.
You rose as courage dotted your being.

Wading through the painted desert,
You freed the wraiths
 Enfolded in your breast bones.
The same tears that wrung you out,
Became your spears
Each for a different enemy.

You hold on to the light
For it birthed you anew.
Voices inside your head turn monastery-quiet
No longer wistful for chaos, nor rue.    

The writer is a student at Bangladesh University of Professionals.