The Pheonix and the Fall

I am a bird taking flight.

The breath of wind off the feathers

frightens the creatures below

But somehow they stand tethered

to my iridescent glow.

 

I can not see those below me

only the clouds above.

I soar higher with my eyes to the stars

and my soul focused on love.

 

If I should tumble and fall

into the darkness of the earth,

my wings broken and twisted,

-a smile no longer reflects my mirth-

 

I will climb from the ashes

my beauty reborn from the flame

and my soul shall not suffer

for I only have higher to aim.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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