The phoenix lives on!
I lay there looking at the heavens up above,
the heavens I’d betrayed, I’d betrayed my love.
I hadn’t been wise, I was slow off the mark,
and my one true love, my game, had lacked all spark.
It wasn’t a surprise when I found myself sinking,
Being clever left far behind, I wasn’t even thinking.
And then an unfortunate mistake in the last third,
And I fell into paranoia, into a turmoil unheard,
I broke into pieces, I shattered like weak glass,
It felt like death, it felt it’d never pass.
But it was over now, and I was all alone,
Lying on the same field, my body as stiff as stone.
As I lay down there with tears in my eyes,
I knew that wasn’t the end, I could see it in the skies,
I knew that my spirit, despite all stumbles and crashes,
would, like that mystic bird, rise again from the ashes.
Today it has risen, strong and ready to fight,
To stand up again, and to face every might,
This reborn bird of mine, is yet young,
And so for now it does much remain unsung.
But I foresee a day when the fire in its soul,
the fire in its heart, in its spirit as a whole,
will rise up again as in ancient folklore,
and then that phoenix, will die no more!
alice jessuraj said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:51 am
beautiful!!!!!!!!!