Phoenix

These raging flames, now sweltering,

Theirs, a battle that makes ashes of souls,

And fury, a constant companion.

A soul branded.

Heated blood, pulsating veins.

Fiery emotions, ignited by passion and pain.

Ravaged by scorching timbers,

Engulfed in torrents of shattered emotions,

Charred by distorted affection.

Charred remains of a blackened stupor.

Charred and in pain.

Burn’d, scar’d, mut’d, and maimed.

Weary.

These wilting embers, now waning,

Mine, a soul once ravaging and fierce,

And bouts of torment abound.

A soul stranded.

Harrowing thoughts, simmering breaths,

Finding focus, inspired by vision, never disdain.

With bated breath, as if on borrowed time

With strides measured and cool

Spurred by a diligent will like wounded oxen.

Vigilance inflamed like the soaring eagle,

Marked by faith in the King.

Strong, resilient, triumphant, and favored.

Restored.