Fact or Fiction?

This is factual,

this feeling.

Meloncholy joy,

bitterswet boy.

Tears ride my face

to evaporate,

and rebirth commences.

This is what happens.

Rebirth.

Reincarnation of a feeling that died

with my childhood.

A phoenix risen from it’s ashes.

Stronger,

hotter.

It’s wings burn my chest

as it tries desperately to escape my esophagus.

But i’m brutal.

I chain it to my rib cage

for if this is a dream,

one if I believe,

and is not true

will devour me,

and my bird.

I’m too young to die,

just like my childhood,

quick,

in vain,

never lasting.