Ash Heap Ayesha F. Hamid Don’t leave me in the places my heart broke, the places that took a little life, even the ones that gave some in return, but leave me in the trains where I gazed out, seeing the colors of towns the power of my eyes then infinite looking out those windows, I wore a crown. Leave me in the cities where I walked a traveler, surrounded, but always alone. Don’t leave me in the moments when my world shook, my soul sobbed. Don’t leave me in those places where slaps came hard sometimes in school, sometimes near home. Don’t leave me in those places, the spaces I wasn’t free those jobs where I slogged, facing stares and suspicion when I just wanted to be. Don’t lay any more blame, I was only human, just flesh, but now a mess of ashes, an ash heap full of memory. Please take care when you scatter me here or there. After I’m done burning, let me finally be free to go wherever I want, towards the sun, the sand, the city, or sea.
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