i stand
looking down at
a pile of
ash
that was my heart
my eyes
my ears
my lips
my logic
my trust.

i kick the
pile
with a look of
distaste.
i have no wish
to create a new
form out of this
floating
disconnected cloud
of dead
particles.

i am a phoenix.
i have built my own
funeral pyre
on which
i will burn
and
be reborn.

i will begin
a new
cycle of
life.
i will be
an unstoppable
force of
pure light
and
a forcefield
of earth shaking love.