This is a poem.

[kyrasantae]

[repost]

The sandtimer of history turns again
One life, one breath, one river of time
Every turn a new witness to hope
Every turn a new breath of life

A fire simmers, still burning
It does not die, threatening
To consume my breath of life
Strangling dreams, raising fears
As with each breath that came before

This breath is not a breath, but a wind and a rain
And it will put out the fire, to end the pain
Ashes of old dreams blown away
Leaving old failures to decay.