Phoenix

 

Fiery love, born from the ashes of past hurt

Tentative, but willing to hope again

Burning brightly, illuminating the cold darkness

Only to be shot down in its flight

By a love still smoldering in its own ashes

Not ready to take wing, not yet ready to trust

A heart wounded, nonetheless still beating

Will one day find its true twin phoenix

Reviews

[phoenix on the rise]

rebirth of the self and a revival of the love that, while painful, is worth it. nice job

[azreilla]

I like the deepness I feel from this poem. I feel the longing for love the hurt the pain but the passion that will not burn out. It can be reignited I love it. Beautiful!

[Adrian K. Smith]

This piece leaves me feeling an awkward sadness, as I think about some of my beliefs on love and on life in general. For some quirky reason, I believe in a contrary mix of a multitude of religions - which for the point I wish to make here; involves the Wheel. To an extent, given the particular time of day - I believe that we live many lives, etc, etc. We have lived many previously and we will live many more to come. I believe that we have a single soulmate through all these lives. I believe that the Universe has a somewhat cruel sense of humor. So, as we live each life - the Universe finds new and interesting ways for us to come across the one we are meant to love and the one that is meant to love us... at the wrong time. Oh the irony and oh the tragedy and all those oh noes of how this plays out time after time... while there will generally be many loves throughout each of our lives, that one love that would be the brightest is almost inevitably denied us for one series of unfortunate events or another....