[A poem by me from May 23, 2018]
Born a Phoenix
Born from fire, died and became ash, reborn with an even brighter light.
I'm not a perfect person, never was and never will be.
But see? Who amongst us is?
I was born with fire, we all are, aren't we?
Yet to live in a world claimed by standards,
We choose to kill the fire within us,
As to not blind the eyes that seek us.
We lose ourselves, burn out in ash and die,
Just like everyone else before us.
We sway and dance with the wind,
Flicker and slowly disappear,
Just to belong to the darkness
That we thought was surely our nature.
But if it was, if it were what we truly are
Then why do we still so much crave for light?
It's a cycle, you know?
We give out our light for those who lost theirs.
And then we are left in dust, dying...
Now seeking for another light to take away.
Claiming what once was another's burning beauty as our own,
We leave it in ashes, to soon start craving to take another's.
I was once burning so brightly, fueled by the fire around me.
From my mother's warm embrace as she tells me she loves me,,
To dad's voice burning with never ending encouragement,
To my siblings' radiant smiles that welcome every morning.
I thought I was forever burning, I was never afraid to burn for others,
Until I gave all my light away and was left in my own stash of burnt out dust.
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RandomSo, who am I? I don't know. You tell me. I am who I am. But I can be whoever you think of me. I could be love. And you could be love. And we could be love. Who knows? We could also be life... Here's another blank page... So, who are you? *** [Mature...
