My passion slept, comfy under heavy covers.
Hiding from responsibility and fear of failure
But something has dragged it out,
opened the blinds to shine in the light.

Now it's ready to move and stretch its wings.
It's sat in my chest for so long
and now that it's ready to fly,
It aches so badly.

My chest is on fire and I wonder
What magnificent phoenix will rise in these flames?
Ash strokes across my feathers,
Turning to black dust in the wind
As I flap my wings and fly into the sun.

I'll be a blazing red
with a splash of orange and a pinch of yellow tint.
Fire flicked across my soft quills
and I am ready to soar.