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Listen to the beat of my                           soul's drum as I am on                              my knees, held down by                          the fears and anxieties                              that run ever so rampant                                                       With wings clipped, my eyes                                 take in the bleak horizon.                                     My heart is a heavyweight.                              My spirit is in shards, so             what remains?         I feel the wind's fingers lift                             caress my skin and my                                    chin, and with a single kiss,                                        hope now begins to sprout                                         from my chest to my palms                The fire burns though I'm bruised,                               I can stand on my two                                  cut feet. I am scared, but                                  if I let it conquer me, my                                       wings will rot and crumble             I won't be able to touch, hold                               and reach the true 'me'                                         The highest and greatest me                                who sits there, looking waiting by God's side             Help me to be that phoenix,                                         the one who falls into the                                                 ashes of the demons that haunt me                                                     and rises again new, proud, free, a blazing storm of acceptance and wisdom I may cry, I will die, but with Your breath, I will rise I will rise I will rise I am a testament to a Conqueror's belief
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Phoenix
Listen to the beat of my                           soul's drum as I am on                              my knees, held down by                          the fears and anxieties                              that run ever so rampant                                                       With wings clipped, my eyes                                 take in the bleak horizon.                                     My heart is a heavyweight.                              My spirit is in shards, so             what remains?         I feel the wind's fingers lift                             caress my skin and my                                    chin, and with a single kiss,                                        hope now begins to sprout                                         from my chest to my palms                The fire burns though I'm bruised,                               I can stand on my two                                  cut feet. I am scared, but                                  if I let it conquer me, my                                       wings will rot and crumble             I won't be able to touch, hold                               and reach the true 'me'                                         The highest and greatest me                                who sits there, looking waiting by God's side             Help me to be that phoenix,                                         the one who falls into the                                                 ashes of the demons that haunt me                                                     and rises again new, proud, free, a blazing storm of acceptance and wisdom I may cry, I will die, but with Your breath, I will rise I will rise I will rise I am a testament to a Conqueror's belief
Really struggling with my insecurities. I remember growing up, I wanted to be a dragon but then it changed to the Phoenix. Who dies and comes back new and stronger. Today's been a...emotional wreck for me. Having both an emotional breakdown and feeling so lost on my identity and self-hatred. But I know as long as I'm here, I will rise about it. I will rise above it. I will rise above it. I have to...
Lyn-Purcell
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28/F/United Kingdom
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
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