Amelia James Poetry

I hope you know that 

You catastrophically altered the chemistry

Of every fiber of my being

My beliefs

My version of me

Of you

A raging storm

An untamed wildfire

You tore

Destruction and desolation

In the wake

And I held on for dear life

Desperately trying to survive

The emotional scars

The barren land you left

Never phased you

You are the storm

And I’m the wreckage,
Twisted, raw, and exposed,
A monument to chaos,
A shadow of what once stood tall.

But even in the ruin,
Life stirs,
Tiny shoots of resilience
Pierce through the ash.

I am not just the aftermath,
Not just the wreckage.
I am the survivor,
The rebuilder,
The one who will rise anew.

-Amelia James