Rising From the Ashes

I've been going through a sort of transformation as of late, and here's a poem I wrote (very spur of the moment) while listening to some Tori Amos. :)

Do I have to strip my soul to please you?

I’m going to make you work for this

I refuse to submit, roll over and expose my belly

Be the pliant, moldable thing you once knew

That girl is dead, lying face down in the dirt

Dust weighs down her naked body 

Her hair matted with spider webs

The girl who wanted only to please you

Desired nothing but your happiness

What did it get her?

A knife in her spine

Blood caking the outline where the blood ebbed and flowed

That girl didn’t know how to protect herself

From herself

Her armor was chipped, cracked

So many times that it finally shattered

 

This new girl has risen from her ashes

A phoenix testing out my new wings

My suit of arms is impenetrable

I’ve been trained, I know when to thrust and when to parry

To ward off any further attacks

My weak shell has been shed

I have the same desires, the same goals

But I’ve expanded, broadened

I feel filled to the brim

I’ve traded my tunnel vision for 3-D glasses

Everything is right in front of me

Attainable, within grasp

More vibrant than before

 

Parts of that old girl remain

I am remade but the same

The same but better

Gone is the pain that used to blacken everything she touched

I did my spring cleaning early

Cleaning out and disposing of the cobwebs

Now there is so much more light

I almost need sunglasses

Shielding my eyes with my palm, I squint towards the beam of light

And I smile

Reviews

[Darl1ng N1kk1]

lol Dork.

[Trevor]

Maybe? lol

[Darl1ng N1kk1]

Are you being sarcastic, or...? lol

[Trevor]

Inspired by something that actually happened?