embers

i've learned that beauty smolders
in the heat of things gone wrong
all that i thought it ever would be
has made a different song

it's true it doesn't tickle
no, the fire fiercely burns
it burns away the ashes
of past's old nagging hurts

it's true it doesn't tickle
no, the fire fiercely burns
it burns away the past debris
of harsh ill spoken words

the beauty that's within me
i once thought true to be
but when the fire burned and raged
that's hardly what you'd see

maybe blue against the rubble
but mere ash against the gold
the anger and resentment
at times i tightly hold

but in the end
when all is said
and all is left behind
the beauty that's been smoldered
in the end is purified.