the scent of salt mist that still lingers
long after a hush
over the sweeping marsh lands
and then a rush of wind
as a heron dips into a lake
at twilight all that remains of the day
are the promises kept
for peace and creed
her darkest veil
when the night sky offers no sympathy
just charcoal and dust
I sit on the window seat of my soul
and try to hide my thoughts and feelings
just underneath the thick blanket
there are still stars that shine
under her darkest veil
then it must be true on the days
I feel like a hollowed out shell
do I still shine with a light that doesn't die
fire and flowers
The legend of the phoenix has been told for thousands of years.
a beautiful bird who rises from ashes, reborn, with renewed strength
and power.
I believe we can rise and meet each and every day this way if we
have a positive mindset. if we try our best.
***
phoenix opens her eyes,
bats her sooty lashes,
as flames erupt and engulf
the entire room
she rises and stands tall,
planting her feet firmly
phoenix shakes her head,
her fiery crown blazes
she counts to three
eyes closed, clears her mind
she is free to choose,
this is her world now
fanning the flames,
she collects herself
as she destroys
the pieces that don’t fit
what remains is the ashes,
from the fire and flowers,
she is reborn each day
she is free to choose
the waiting
sometimes you forget
what an oven is
and you burn your hand,
it hurts
when you’re walking
and it feels like swimming
it’s hard to think
when the ground is caving in
wise words escape you
like all the forgotten nights
when you lost sleep over
promises
you couldn’t keep; still
the thoughts are there,
the wondering, the waiting
sometimes feels like forever
the waiting stays the same
filling the space with
memories
sometimes you forget it hurts
you don’t know what to call this
but it feels like a reason to be
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