BENEATH THE SMOKE, I RISE
They thought the fire would bury me.
They forgot I don’t suffocate, I adapt.
When the flames ate the world, I danced.
They left me in ruins.
I rebuilt with rage.
Now the skyline knows my name.
I rise not clean, not holy but whole.
The smoke doesn’t choke me.
It follows me like a shadow.
By Abdullah khan
