Phoenix

Like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes, I rise from the smothering, forgetful numbess that submerged my romantic’s soul in an artist’s inner winter, as in prison I rotted and withered until my heart knew no more than that which was ugly and bitter;

Like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes, my heart rose from a dark night of the soul like none it had ever known in times long before–my love and my passion were like embers trying to hide in the ashes so as not to be stomped for the sake of contempt’s satisfaction, but no longer can my light live in fear that the night’s hateful envy is awfully too near;

Like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes, I wish to rise into the starry nighttime sky in a blaze of fiery light, from the ruin of a world that’s lost its inner sight;

Like a burning beacon to all those lost souls drifting in a wandering world, my wings of flame have the potential to make the city smog float away in haste, and for the dark of heart illuminate, the triumphant return of beauty’s illustrious way…

From the ashes of rejection, abuse, self-sabotage, imprisonment, and heartbreak, I stand before you a new woman today, one whose faced more trials and pain than most young women her age;

And she can see clearly enough to give voice to the plight of those sorry souls who’ve never known a good night, as well as lend a twisted picture a sense of dark honor and beauty with her own terrible insight and irreverent purity…

Phoenix in scorching flight, fight the Ouroboros of the Night–Burning Bird of glorious fantasy, with your forgotten light dispelled the Black Snake’s smoky coils from the minds of humanity, and be the keeper of the gates that lead to the despair of our inner hell indeed…

Hopelessness cannot exist when your feathery flames illuminate the love and beauty obscured by the Savage Garden’s chaotic canopy; moonlit Forest of Insanity, inhabited by werewolves, tigers and all manner of beasts, ruled by the Ouroboros King and his demonic Succubus Queen, in their palace prison where red rum rivers overrun and where magicians have their fun, everyone look up and heed the burning brightness of my inner child’s need–

This is not some Grimm fairytale, bit the reality of this imprisoned poet’s true inner jail;

The rightful Queen has come to call in all her fiery glory, to overthrow the Twins of Depravity from the thrones they sit in this macabre story…

I’m so tired of being still due to the strength of my fears, the depths overfloweth with their abundance of tears…I think it’s time to switch up the gears…

Phoenix from the ashes, steal the Devil’s satisfaction;

Soar into the sky and be illumination for the mind;

But never forget what it’s like to be caged in that Forest of lustful, hopeless confusion and rage, for the night will never be better than the warmth of the light;

So remember…

Remember the loneliness and pain of the time when your soul suffered that long kiss goodnight…

Always remember it was not fulfilling, and continue to seek after your new beginning.