Did fear flicker
in the phoenix’s eyes
when the fire began?
Did she set herself aflame
not knowing if she’d rise again?

Her heart igniting
from the inside out,
Devouring her familiar cage
Consuming the world she called her own.

Did she wonder,
was this her final breath?
Ash holds no whispers of spark—
no promise of return.

Or did she welcome the blaze,
Facing the heat of change?
Free to fly, fearless of the flames
that transformed her.

Resurrect the tomb of the past.
The urge to stay stagnant grows near.
Leave the glimmer buried deep within,
Extinguish the fragile flicker of change.

Shaded eyes - nothing must be seen.
Muddied ears - nothing must be heard.
Cling to the prison you proudly made,
Its walls built by fear
And unspoken pain.

Overtaken by the sinister fire,
Its searing heat I thought extinguished.
The glimmer to bloom – reject the hollow shell
And destroy the prison you proudly made;
Witness the gaze of the people who dare.

Stare closely in the empty
Be shattered by its form
Fear of the unknown –
The shadow looms
Whispers of a promise,
To my cosy tomb
– yet a glimmer remains.