POEM: PHOENIX by Cynthia Jusi

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Stuck on this bed

Heart suffering hundred degree burns

It feels ugly but I know it’s just for a time

From burnt endings; new beginnings arise.

Living in my past

Is driving me crazy

Starting from a blank page

Could be terribly upsetting

But I’ll pack the pieces

And burn them up

Start from the ashes

All those pains and heart aches

From my past often appearing

Like ghost flits

Almost pulling me under

So I am gathering together

The pictures, letters, cards and dried roses

Throwing them into this furnace

I will start again

From the ashes!

 

  • Anonymous

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  • Anonymous

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