Audrey Ashira

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Find me.

In freewrite, poetry on August 7, 2011 at 5:18 pm

Find me.
Meet me in the battle
I will be the one
Fighting there beside you.
The one to heal your wounds.
The one you’ll need rescue.

Find me!
Meet me in the darkness
I will be the one
Singing with a fiery gaze.
Be the instrument that leads me.
Let’s set the world ablaze.

Find me…
Meet me in the rainstorm.
I will be the one
Walking on the water
Reminding you to keep your eyes
Staring at our Savior.

Find me.
I will be the one
Bringing in the harvest
Planting in the wilderness
Bringing barren earth the Water
With you, close beside you.

My love, friend, brother, compatriot,
You will find me.
For I will be there beside you
Running in t’ward the same Light.


Rain rush

In freewrite, poetry on August 7, 2011 at 4:46 pm

Rain rush

Crescendos with the music

Playing in my room.


The couple end

In unison

And all is hushed.


Touch is a soft full moon.

wood floor collage

In freewrite, poetry on July 12, 2011 at 12:41 pm

one – by – one

the pages fell




. to-do lists

. class notes

. letters

. poetry



In freewrite, poetry on July 12, 2011 at 12:38 pm

titles on

mahogany shelves

are old friends


binded pages

I love to sift through

even thoughtlessly

even with out reading


I can smell


and innocence

and idle happiness

in these

antique or paperback



I will fall asleep

with my head

resting on my beloved

times new roman

and dreams shall all

be sweet

In freewrite, poetry on July 5, 2011 at 8:36 pm
yesterdays are autumn leaves
all of which have flown away
decomposed into the earth
and there they'll stay

tomorrow is a blooming tree
every bud is coming out
like a lady flushed and freshly
garnished in her gown.

In freewrite, poetry on July 5, 2011 at 8:36 pm

Yesterday is a broken glass,

cutting my fingers.

But the Light shines

– on the brokenness –

and the glory lingers.

yesterday is autumn’s leaves

In freewrite, poetry on July 5, 2011 at 8:36 pm

I will find freedom.

I will find new wings.

Yesterday’s over.

I am a new thing


In freewrite, poetry on June 29, 2011 at 11:59 am

My heart breaks

Louder than glass windows.

My heart aches

Deeper than the Sea knows.

My mind bakes

Hot in the noon sun.

My hands shake

But this war is not done.

to my Sistaa:)

In freewrite, poetry on June 17, 2011 at 11:46 am

We shared secrets in the pool beneath the stars.

We shared dreams on the smooth, black trampoline.

We shared tears in the hallway where we used to laugh and play,

You needed faith – so you asked me to pray.


We shared confusion across the telephone wires.

We shared smiles, songs, a dance or two or three….

We shared letters. We shared Oreos in fresh, white milk.

We shared joys – across the miles, and while ice skating.


And someday, I’ll be there in your wedding,

And [let’s hope ;)] soon after, you’ll be in mine.

And we’ll share the joy of being first to see each other’s babies –

To be there through the happiest and saddest times.


Because you are my Sister and my Dearest Friend,

My prayer partner, my childhood BFF,

A beautiful, captivating woman of God,

One I love so much more than words can express –


Sweet and lovely lady, our Father adores,

I love you! And I can’t wait to share more!

She laughs

In freewrite, poetry on June 16, 2011 at 2:23 pm

She laughs because she’s homesick

And her heart is raw

As her hands that have scrubbed

Those dishes too many

In hot soapy water

These too many years.


And her soul is like a fire –

Beautiful and strong as a Tigerlilly

Despite the harsh and heavy

Unexpected thunderstorms.


She laughs at lightening.

She laughs at the harsh words that aim

To slit her wrists.

She will not surrender!

She will not give in!


Pushing past tired and aching

And lonely and hurting

Rejected and Abused

She will continue!

She will be victor!


Let the words come!

Let scalding water have its way! –

She will not be shattered

She will not be swayed.


Yes, it burns when the heat comes

And, yes, yes, her hands bleed.

But her soul is a fire, a flower,

– lovely, pure light; the softest, most colourful petals –

Hidden in the cleft of a Rock,

Protected from every storm.


She laughs because she’s Homesick:

She has joy, soon she’ll be home.