Brother

a blank slate a platform to redefine “you” from ashes, the phoenix is born anew but people are always around to remind you of who you are and what you do because as the leaves of summer, they do change hue what you do becomes what you did and in the past, you may have hid behind your father, a scared young kid but the time has since come to stand alone to face the ghosts on your own you’re bearded now, married, full-grown but you still can’t own up to it frightened, knowing once that candle’s lit it will reveal the skeletons waiting in your closet locked away, to be dealt with some other day praying that their bones, so garishly clean may, like the ashes of the phoenix melt away a warm, glowing hearth as a bird like fire buried beneath the ashes will emerge, reborn your darkest desires... forgotten a blank slate