Once Again, She BURNS
- Jannell Campbell
- Apr 14
- 2 min read

Phoenix Nevermore
I'm a...
Writer, a reader
A lover, a needer
A mother, a feeder
A healer, a bleeder
A storm wrapped in calm
A wound full of balm
A voice in the dark
A fire. A spark
I’m the ache and the answer
The prayer and the dancer
The rage in restraint
The sinner... the saint
I’m soft with an edge
A vow on a ledge
A kiss that can kill
A silence that spills
I’m a...
Mirror with smoke,
A poem that broke
Healed in the flame.
Buried in shame
I’m the bruise behind the blush,
The hush behind the scream.
The midnight in your craving,
The echo in your dream.
I’m poetry in warpaint,
A psalm wrapped in steel.
They say I’m too much—
But Im just keeping it real.
The daughter of silence,
The cousin of sin,
A woman reborn
with no need to begin.
I’ve danced with my demons,
Let them lead for a while—
But now I spin solo,
And burn in my smile.
I’m the page and the pen,
The wreck and the rise—
Ash on my skin,
But flame in my eyes.
A shadow at noon,
fire reborn from night—
My wings stretch out wide
Ready for flight
A name they tried to silence,
But I whisper through the core—
With drive and fervor
I am Phoenix Nevermore.
Confusion
Protection
I fear for my heart
That it's been dedicated and given away too soon
That it's completely unprepared for hurt.
For sorrow
And yet here I stand
Like an apple in my hand stretched out for you,
I've given you more of me than I wanted to
More of me than I even had
A broken bowl
And though it now bares fruit
It was once quite full
Full of hope
Full of love
Full of excitement
Now with hollow pockets of potential
I swealter beneath possibility
Grasping on vines and vibes
Still untrusting
Still in denial
And still unguarded
My Armored Heart
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