They beat me down
And I turned into ashes
You expected to come to my funeral
Black suit, black tie
But I rose
I am the Phoenix
Renewed
And stronger
You stared at the fire
And I became it
I embodied it's wildness
It's dancing flames
And licking heat
Not to be tamed
I became the roaring river
I became the blasting, icy wind
My kisses leave snowflakes
My footprints leave embers
You beat me down
Yet I rose
And now you're even more terrified
I stare into the eye of the hurricane
Arms out
Ready for its embrace
For when you see the end of the world
I see it beginning
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
Poetry(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly