The Autumn colours rained away
from the fire inside her heart.
The flames had ceased to burn
leaving her alone like at the start.
No words could make her stay,
so the desperate plees began.
Yet still she struggled to see
the beauty in her lonely mind,
and each chance to let go, be free.
Now wait for her embers to burn,
against a nest of tired memories,
that slowly start to break away.
Her sparks be stronger than pain,
thus release all the burning ashes.
Watch as her pheonix soul rises,
the autumn colours shall return
with their warmth into her heart.
She's healing, yes she's healing.