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p h o e n i x

is there healing

for the dove,

something to mend

the mourning soul's wounds,

grieving for the death of herself;

something to clear away the ache

of the flashing memories

of cutting through blue skies

and the heights to which

she would soar and rise

that never leave her mind

these memories hurt worse

than her broken wing,

lost to a storm of wind—

wind and shadows and madness,

and the impact of the ground

felt final, like a last goodbye

she never was granted

as her eyes flutter shut tonight

just as her wings have fluttered,

she dreams not of flying

but soaring through the bitterness

that threatens to take her heart

and she realizes her wings

weren't what helped her find freedom,

but her aching and wanting

to live

she rises,

a phoenix born not from ash

but a sparking idea

that lights her life

like a match—

a blooming fire

shaping into

the fiery wings

she has given herself

when she looks to the sky

and finds hope

heyyyy everyone:)) here's a poem I've been writing on the bus on the way to school during the weekdays. hope you like it!! also, thank you guys for the writer's block advice! those specific playlists that pop up on my YouTube recommendations are what I LIVE FOR. and thank u scarlettlantsov for creating that amazing playlist. those two hours were PHENOMENAL. 

I AM NO LONGER AN UNCULTURED SWINE OF MUSIC. 

love y'all as always,

mari