Phoenix

Phoenix

 

You set my sails ablaze,

How can I not feel hate?

My wings are singed, I cringe,

My throat is dry, I cry,

 

Why did you cause such pain?

Did you not my trust my ways?

My reflection is maimed,

The hope you did deflate,

The energy fades,

The Light of Heaven diverts away,

I guess I’ll have to wait,

 

The urgent message on delayed flight,

The rejection and the spite,

…Feel real to me,

Revenge is a murderess,

… And she appeals to me,

 

One day,

One hope,

All readers will remember my name,

Rejection I can make peace with,

Violence is not a game I choose to play,

My words are my spears,

And through them I will feel, heal, and seal my Fate—

With only messages I can provide.

Delivered through each new sunrise.

resilienceself-respectreflectionvictoryrise from the ashes

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