Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Poem found in the anthology Word Fest - Celebrating our Journeys, available on Amazon.

 

Ash and Smoke 

 

You did not break me

I snapped at you

Making of you a blind man.

If you are the white flag,

Who am I?

 

You did not crumble me

I became the shards

From beneath your feet.

If you are the toy

Who am I?

 

You lowered my head

To your filthy feet
But my eyes rose to your neck.

If you are the eyes praising my feet

Who am I?

 

If you are 6 feet within me

Begging, banging to get out,

Who the hell am I?

 

If you are the chin-trembling

Crying coward,

Tell me, damn it, who am I?

 

If…

 

I’ve been the train wreck all along

Scraping my knees to the marrow

To stop and hang off your bridge

Knowing you’ll also soon crumble,

Who have we become?

 

Don’t look at me like this
I know my tank is hissing.

Save yourself and push me over.

If we’ve become ash and smoke,

Who was the ignited match?