Three Poems by Amanda H.

From Ashes

In shadows deep, where demons roam,
I faced them down, but not alone.
With sword in hand and heart held tight,
I fought the darkness through the night.

Their whispers cold, their laughter cruel,
I struggled hard, a weary duel.
But strength waned thin, resolve grew weak,
As their grip tightened, dark and bleak.

With every strike, they fed on fear,
Their presence looming ever near.
Though I fought on with all my might,
The demons triumphed in the fight.

Their claws tore through my shattered soul,
As darkness claimed its final toll.
In silence now, I lay defeated,
By demons' hands, my fate completed.

Yet still a flicker, small but bright,
A spark of hope amidst the night.
For though the demons claimed their prize,
In ashes, new beginnings rise.

Sacred

In shadows cast by silent stares,
She weaves her tale of strength and cares.
Through trials vast and burdens deep,
Her spirit rises, never to sleep.

IIn worlds where whispers echo loud,
She finds her voice, unbowed, unbowed.
Through histories of pain and grace,
She claims her space, her sacred place.

With every step, a dance of pride,
Her beauty blooms, no need to hide.
In every heartache, she finds a song,
Her resilience fierce, forever strong.

Though scars may mark her journey's trace,
Her spirit soars with boundless grace.
For she's a beacon in the night,
A testament to love's pure light.

 
What Am I

In the mirror, I see a foe,
A self I've come to loathe and know.
With every glance, the hate does grow,
A shadowed weight, a relentless woe.

Each flaw a dagger, piercing deep,
A silent scream, a soul to keep.
In whispered doubts, my thoughts do seep,
A ceaseless cycle, no rest, no sleep.

But in this darkness, a glimmer gleams,
A fragile hope within the seams.
For love can bloom from shattered dreams,
And self-compassion's gentle beams.

Embrace the scars, the flaws, the pain,
For they're the threads that make you sane.
In forgiveness lies the sweet refrain,
Of finding peace amidst the rain.

So let the hate dissolve like mist,
And in its place, let kindness persist.
For in self-love, you will exist,
A masterpiece, beautifully kissed.