My Book of Poems

Phoenix

They push and they pull,
As if she was on strings.
They tease and they torment
The girl with the broken wing.

She's just trying to fly,
But they pull her down.
Tear off her wings
And throw her to the ground.

She runs home to cry,
And to take away the pain.
Blood runs down her arm,
Like a crimson rain.

Her eyes struggle to stay open,
She loses sight.
She falls to the floor,
Suspended from flight.

She opens her eyes,
And blinks out the blur.
This is what the bullies
Have done to her.

But she rose from the ashes,
She didn't die.
She held onto life,
And continues to try.

I admire her,
Her strength to come back.
Even when she went
Off the beaten track.

She didn't give up,
Even when she was torn apart.
She will spread her wings again,
And produce a spark.