Free write - Phoenix
There are dusty feathers on the ground,
they once belonged to me they’re reminders of the things I’ve lost.
Hands that have plucked each one till there is nothing left
Till there is only bare and tender behind.
Another piece of me taken till there is only a shell left
I am sure there was once a storm that raged
the winds that scatter the feathers to and from
Now just a dull wisp of air.
I can curl in on myself,
let everything sink in,
let them win little by little.
The air is dry, water is nearby but the raw anger inside keeps me from it.
An offering from those who think I need a muddy puddle that will suffice.
There is a spark within my soul like lightning, it starts as a small ember.
Suddenly everything is aflame,
everything matches what I feel,
what I want to scream out.
I feel the flames as it roars higher around me, but there is no pain.
Nothing is more painful than the betrayals I once felt,
a little fire is nothing when your nerves are already numb.
It’s fire that revives my soul, it brings forth a reminder that
I am worth more than the words of small minds.
That all others can do is watch as the flames revive the shell before them.
Giving life back to what was left as nothing,
giving color that matches the emotion I feel.
Rain can soothe the soul momentarily,
but it is the fire that burns bright
the choice of renewal of a phoenix.
Destruction within oneself to give yourself a new life and path.
I leave nothing behind except the ashes of a former self,
and stand with more love for myself that no one can touch.
The embers alone are a reminder that even a small one can start the process.
I am me and I will always be me.
Now watch me burn all that I left behind and rise from the ashes.
