From Ashes

From Ashes
 
Drops of water
On this island of myself
Where I’ve planted roots
Within,
Are not enough to hydrate
The flames flowing from
The land I wear.
My skin is art in ages,
And the creases fold
Inward then outward,
Like scars who don’t know
How they want to be remembered.
I am done burning for today.
Tomorrow I will rise again like
The phoenix,
Only to say hello
To my stranger.
The goodbyes in me are
Forever.