I pick up ashes
and mix them
with the tears
and sweat
and blood
that pours
from the cracks of me
the parts that knows
the pain
of the burns
and the breaking.
I knead them together
until the clay of it
coats
my hands
I spin
the gray
mess
and twist it
with gentle pressure
until it is fluted
and beautiful
I slip her in
to a puddle
of the clay
thinned
with streams of longing
and then
the irony
forged in the fire
that once destroyed
it emerges
strong
and beautiful
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Keep reading
More stories from Ellie Hoovs and writers in Poets and other communities.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 2 days ago in Confessions
Comments (2)
So very beautiful 🌼✍️🏆⭐️⭐️
Ai! Ai! That which is destroyed — add love and toil — revives! Ellie! Love this one, and love you for writing it, hun.