The Phoenix

I am a phoenix

Engulfed in flames

Burned to the ground

Reduced to ashes

Left with nothing save my thoughts

Years ago

My life began to spiral

Downward

As my ego rose, my spirits fell

Arrogance and egotism were breadcrumbs that kept me

Within an inch of my life

On the outside I feigned confidence

But on the inside I was as empty as a rotting carcass

A year later, I had nothing

No friends to turn to, no place to call home

I was a lost bird without a nest

Trapped within the confines of my own mind

I’d try to build safe havens, yet they kept falling apart

The twigs couldn’t help from snapping

But within this continual struggle, there is something for which I can hope

Did you know that the same voice I use to scream at myself in the bathroom mirror

I use to sing my baby brother to sleep

Did you know that the same eyes into whose reflection I cannot look

I use to console my loved ones in times of need

Did you know that these same hands which have tried to take my own life

I use to play piano to lessen the pain of others

In times of darkness, I always tell myself

I am a phoenix

And when life burns me to the ground and

Leaves me charred and broken

I will be born anew

Once again