Collection of the dark days

Phoenix

Re-birth is so glorified

You imagine streams of light
Or flames
Consuming the person you were
And breathing life
Into who you are now
But it's none of that

You imagine great winds
Sweeping you into the air
Spinning and twirling you
Until the ground is up
And you walk upon the sky
But it's none of that

You imagine a great magic
Shifting and changing your appearance
Making you young
Or old enough to suit the wisdom beyond your years
With silver hair and a knowing smile
But it's none of that

Re-birth is in the small things
New clothes a new smile
New hair a new way of seeing the world
New house a new home
New name a new you
Maybe phoenixes have it right

To be free you have to burn