Rise From the Ashes

I hope you rise from decay tomorrow, my love.

The earth does not need your nourishment just yet.

I know your eyes are weary from tears,

But they still have stories to tell, emotions to spill.

Just because pain seeps deep into your bones,

Doesn't mean your surface can't learn to heal.

It won't always feel this way—let the parasites mourn.

Your heart may have stopped beating,

But it still holds its scars and stories.

In life, you can piece it back together.

You're afraid, but feeling means you're still alive.

I pray your skin renews itself,

That your fragile bones rediscover their strength.

Your nails will grow again,

Your hair—still lifeless—will remind you of persistence.

Blood will once more bring color to you,

Your organs will cleanse their wounds.

There is no room for toxins in a body striving for recovery.

I swear you will be vibrant again.

You are not a zombie.

You are not ashes.

You are a fighter, defying death.

Push away the rats, cast off the worms,

Let the beast inside you rest.

You’ve carried enough weight—

Now, dig upwards, my love.

Climb through the soil and gasp for air.

Six feet deep was never meant to be your home.

When you emerge, naked and reborn,

Clothe yourself in resilience,

But don’t forget: vulnerability still lingers.

The pain of dying was nothing compared to choking on pride.

You may start in ruins, but you’ll rebuild.

Wash away the remnants of grief.

Stitch your outer wounds, and soon your insides will follow.

You are a beautiful, vibrant soul.

You may feel unwanted—

But not by me.

And no longer by you.

So who else matters?

The Reaper never desired you,

But you gave yourself to despair.

You couldn’t hold on to yourself, so you clung to the loss.

But listen to me—

You’ll only find yourself if you never give up.

The Reaper will come again one day,

But not today.

Not while you have a choice.

Everyone leaves—so why abandon yourself?

Stay this time.

The earth will survive without you.

But you won’t.

It’s tomorrow, my love.

Good morning, my beautiful dream.

Have you risen?

Have you woken?

Have you finally found yourself?