Ashes of the Heart’s Seasons

Like a flower in the garden

exposed to all seasons,

heat, cold, and warmth

the heart experiences its own

tumultuous weather

yet, its seasons cannot be

neatly defined as summer or autumn,

for their timing is unpredictable,

the occurrences are chaotic

and their duration uncertain

they come and go in an endless loop,

until all that’s nurturing the heart

and soul is drained and

squeezed into ashes,

to be lit by the world’s toxicity

sadly, these ashes do not always

revive like the mythical phoenix

or maybe they do

and there exists an undiscovered

magic waiting to be unearthed.

// Jannat Amjad