Yearning to break free, she cries and scratches at my insides
Outraged at being trapped, while I desperately try to keep her within
Under wraps, hidden away, no way do I want to let her burn me again
Creating new tactics to learn to keep her at bay, not understanding her ferocity
Always there, always burning, but I'm so tired of letting her win
No amount of rebirth, resurrection, reinventing yourself is worth this hurt
Finally she cracks free this time, instead of burning up inside me
Love in her eyes and not the expected hate as she wraps me in her wings
'Your focus is wrong,' she soothes, 'you don't just burn; look again'
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Fighting with my Phoenix
PoetryNot sure if this classifies as a poem, but just a short, personal piece I wrote based on some situations in my life that reminded me. Phoenix's don't just burn and grow stronger. They also fly. You. Can. Fly. Word Count: 115
