Ashes of Yesterday

Song/Poem I wrote.


Ashes of Yesterday

Little girl, fly away,
Dream big dreams.
It’ll all come soon enough.
Life’s best when you’re young,
So take a deep breath,
Slow down, think, live.
What comes will come, and you’ll be left
To live your life, and deal with the ashes of yesterday.

I see you sitting there,
With a curly head that always in the clouds,
Dreaming of fairies, princes,
And damsels in distress.
The world is glorious, and
Every day brings new chances.
You look forward to being
A “grown-up” with gravity and freedom,
Never guessing the restraints or responsibilities.

Then you’re thirteen, finally a teenager,
And think you’re so important.
You think yourself above younger friends you held dear,
And yet you’re hurt when you’re not accepted
Buy the “older” and “cooler” groups.
You abandon the things you once enjoyed,
Trying to sever your connections to the childhood world.
You try to act older, more important,
Not realizing how unprepared you are
For all that’s coming.

High school comes with a rush and a thrill,
Carrying you in a wave of things
Vying for your time.
Activities and friends become your life,
And he comes: that first boy
Who makes you feel special, a princess.
Even after he leaves, you have a new longing;
You long to grow up, have the opportunity
Not for importance as before,
But to find your prince, your other half

Yet the drama that comes with that longing
Makes you wonder, makes you doubt,
And you wish for the long-gone days of your childhood.
The simplicity and dreams
Which you had so vehemently pushed away
And that are now beyond reach.
Yet you rush to the next thing,
Not relishing what you have

So little girl, fly away,
Dream big dreams.
It’ll all come soon enough.
Life’s best when you’re young,
So take a deep breath,
Slow down, think, live.
What comes will come, and you’ll be left
To live your life, and deal with the ashes of yesterday.