Once Again, She BURNS

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