Where to Begin?

It seems easiest to start with something I have already written. As a teen, I wrote poetry. It has been more than a decade since my teenhood. I know there is poetry in me still, but I am unsure of my ability to translate it into words. I would like to try writing again. They say children are better at learning a language than adults. In my case, this may also be true in the language of poetry...we shall see!

All Fall Down (age 19)

Fire life has dwindled

And the gray smoke stings my eyes.

I face it without turning away,

Refusing to give up.

A faint glow deceives me

And I give my breath

To the crimson coals—

But weightless dust flies away

And is lost.

I can never hold time,

And time will never spark flames

That are already gone.

I am ashamed that all I can do

Is blow on the ashes.