What Could Be

What Could Be

Contributed by Leo Hughes

When you grow up on a house that’s always on fire
You believe the world is just ash and smoke
Buried under the rubble I was
Knowing not what could be
How supple the air could be
How heavy my lungs have been
My feet blackened and bleeding
never knowing how soft and cold the dewy morning grass was
Stuck under a roof stained grey by smoke and fire
A roof and walls that barely stood
Never knowing the sky or stars that never ended
The clouds that soared
But smoke and fire is my life
in a house made of ash and smoke
There I was
Mind clouded and congested never knowing what could be
What I never was