I am a myth and something that cannot be defined,
ablaze with the fiery heat of a life that has been most unkind.
With a touch of a feather I ignite a match,
wanting nothing more than to detach
myself from the earth that caused my tribulation,
and to cause my own cremation.
Black ash darkening the sky's midst,
I am being kissed
by the scorching blaze of a newborn flame
my last breath unnoticed as the calm overcame.
Rising from the ashes, I am born again,
powerful, exultant, majestic through all the pain.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
I am a myth and something that cannot be defined,
ablaze with the fiery heat of a life that has been most unkind.
With a touch of a feather I ignite a match,
wanting nothing more than to detach
myself from the earth that caused my tribulation,
and to cause my own cremation.
Black ash darkening the sky's midst,
I am being kissed
by the scorching blaze of a newborn flame
my last breath unnoticed as the calm overcame.
Rising from the ashes, I am born again,
powerful, exultant, majestic through all the pain.
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