Burnt Offerings...

My heart was a barren landscape
only ruins of what was real,
and the charred hollows
of what might have been.

even the memories of us
were scattered to the wind
like ashes from a pyre;
burnt offerings to the god of despair.

Your apologies echoed here
but could find no ground for roots
Seeds of remorse cannot thrive
in such a hostile environment.

And then came the snow.
Cold,bitter and clean
like the hardest of truths.
It numbed my soul

But even the deepest snow melts
and the scorched earth was washed clean again
and the ashes of what was
were all swept away.

So here we are my friend
blank slates and willing souls.
the landscape is still barren..
yet waits for new beginnings

©Vivid X Photography ( Burnt Offerings)