Phoenix Song

From a bed of ashes... she waits,
carefully collecting the scattered particles
of who she is, and who she will be
taking care in leaving the past behind.

She will rise again... this much is known,
as the dust gathers and swirls in spirals
revealing the shape of a body, a silhouette on fire,
the only burning she feels, determined desire.

There are those who try to snuff her out,
trying to keep her shaken, and on the ground,
each one shamelessly denies with blind, clouded eyes
as she calls to everyone, shaming all other sounds in the skies.

With a voice that carries past the horizon, 
a passion close behind, pushing her song through space and time,
and again she cries...
with wings that unfurl, and prepare to fly.

The light in her voice echoes,
a beacon for all of her kind,
calling them from all corners of the world,
the signal... it's time for us to fly.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

And she will rise again...there will always be better days...love the emotions in this reflective write, Aramey. Beautifully done.

[Aramey]

Thank you, the phoenix has always been a creature I could relate to. And rising is exactly where I'm at :)

[Everett DeValle]

And that's a good thing...you will rise. :)