Obsidian Phoenix
Scorched
and
blackened,
the flames
of being
and circumstance
have charred me whole -
heart, body, and soul -
until all that remains
is a mound of ashes.
Temptation lies
in the form of release,
a longing to just let the wind
carry the cinders away,
fragments flying free
to go where
and as they please,
no cares or worries
grounding the me debris.
But
instead,
I choose
to rise,
to try and reform
the deadened dust,
to fuel the fire
that burned inside before,
creating a renewing flow
of life,
lava that I can shape,
molding it into
volcanic glass,
and emerge
with stronger wings,
sharp,
but beautiful,
unsteady,
but ready
to
soar.
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