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The Breaking, The Burning

comes before the phoenix's flight

By The Schizophrenic MomPublished 6 months ago Updated 6 months ago 1 min read
The Breaking, The Burning
Photo by Ismael Paramo on Unsplash

In the still, afore the rising sun,

Many battles have left me undone,

My world stands still, with nary a breath,

My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.

Foggy mist has the meadow drenched,

It sprawls forth to meet the sky untouched.

My thoughts: locked within - a silent fight,

Painfully waiting 'til mornings light.

A quiet strength burns beneath my skin--

Skin, my kind of hell, trapping within

My aching heart, which holds something vast--

All those whispered promises from my past.

My frozen bones recall storms long gone,

Tempests that I never broke upon!

Yet now I fall - within bitter dark,

Trembling in fear of that waiting spark.

The sun rises slowly behind the trees,

My hated skin's buzzing like bees.

That death occurs deep within my chest,

My heart’s last pause 'fore the final quest.

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Letting the sun's glory lead my cry!--

My first tear meets the blaze in the sky.

Deep sobs spread through me, grounded by stones,

Yet this coldness still engulfs my bones?

Then my mask cracks, exploding with screams,

My veins catching fire with deepest dreams!

Feeling growth surging beneath my feet,

I welcome the pulse, that thundered beat.

I rise - watching shadows as they fly,

My pain vanishes into clearing sky.

My forced silence gone, my voice is loud--

My soul set free where I can be proud!

Glowing in sun's warmth, a rising tide,

Chaos is disappearing inside.

This dawn is here to stay! my soul sings,

While my inner phoenix spreads it's wings.

I see my future - so crystal clear!

Please let your spark ignite too, my dear?

Your soul, like my phoenix, needs released...

United or not - simply unleashed!

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About the Creator

The Schizophrenic Mom

I am a mother of 2 precious angels who drive me slightly more crazy

than I already am with a diagnosis of schizophrenia.

When asked "are you crazy?!" my favorite come back is:

"yes! And I have the papers to prove it! How about you?" LOL

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