Ashes

I touched the ashes,

They were colder than ice.

I put them against my hand,

Biting back a forgotten sigh.

Yet the ashes were warmer

Than my ice-cold heart!

Forgotten thoughts poured in,

They could still tear me apart!

Carelessly I gathered the ashes,

And threw them back to the wind,

But they came rushing to back to me,

Laughing, mocking at me.

I was beaten once again!

Ashes could cause so much pain

And the coldness in my heart remained.

Will they come mocking at me again

If I throw them to the WIND??