Offerings in the wild whipping westerly wind,
Sweeping silently solemnly, somewhere
The past presented precisely, precariously
Left behind by burning brightly, blatantly, boldly
The messenger of traumas, tribulations, tirelessly
Evokes manic memories, meticulously, methodically
While finally processed, through a bright burning bird
The scars of yesterday, burned away,
Ashes of mind, melting madly, making molds
A strong resilient future forged, furiously, reverently
Death of the Phoenix comes to a predictable end
But with a twist of metaphysical madness and mayhem
Residual soot is the suit of surprise
No more Phoenix no more cries
Up in smoke with scattered ashes
The blackened, bricks behold a blind bias
Traumas are over, the silence is blackened, battered and beaten
No more traumas to rise,
The blackened silence of soot, the Phoenix final surprise.
MGM 12/02/25
About the Creator
M.g.M
Writing is my creative tool to express emotional triggers and learn to adapt and excell my personal path of healing and linguistic wordsmithing. A lot of what I write does not always make it here. Most from now on will be here.
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