The Phoenix

This poem has multiple meanings. On the surface, it's a source-less narrator talking a phoenix through reincarnation. However, on a deeper level, I feel that it is my metaphor for surviving deep pain.

The ashes shift

As the fire's booming.

Don't let the flames

Be all consuming.

Just wait it out, 

Now's not your time. 

Soon you'll show them

All your shine.

Just a pile of ash

As the fire dies

In an empty room 

With silent cries.

The flames are dead.

So let's restart.

Ignite it again

From within your heart.

Can you hear it? 

Can you feel it?

Now's your time.

So get ready.

Get up.

Take it in.

RISE.

Take your wings,

Stretch them far.

Show the world

Just who you are!

Scream the scream

Of a thousand suns!

Feel the passion

Of a life redone!

The pain of the past

Shall ignite your flight

As you soar the room

With a brilliant light.

You took in the flames

And you refused to drown

So let's tear up these walls

As we burn down the whole town!

Show them your fire! 

Show them your pain.

Show them your power

As you're born again!

So fly, soar,

Run with the fire!

Become the new self

Of your own desire.

Author's Note

I'm most likely going to come in and edit this at some point. It flowed right through me and onto the paper, so I'm entering it exactly as it was when I was feeling the passion within the words.

Reviews

[stephen dillon]

very good for freeflowing sometimes it just works like that,keep it up

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem.
I like the most:
The pain of the past
shall ignite your flight.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

I love this.......obviously :) 100:)

[Alex Walters]

Thank you very much. :)