
Phoenix
Burning to fly, Rising from the ashes And learning – With each fall, Pleading with the next one To rise. In the darkest Hour, with each twilight Bust into flames And be reborn, More alive Than destiny claims. Poet’s note: Dear reader, have you ever sat in a darkened room and just crying yourself? Hopeless? People say it makes you stronger, eventually. For now, I’ll … Continue reading Phoenix