Phoenix heart

And it is with the heart of a phoenix that

I burn,

burn,

burn.
pain is in the ashes,

fate is in the ashes,

hope is in the ashes as I am reborn again.

It is a fire I light for myself when most could not strike the match

but I know that I can survive the self imposed inferno to come.

Because my heart belongs to the phoenix,

destined to burn again and again…

but for now I wade through the smouldering ash

and into the painful, wondering beauty

of a new life self chosen again.

~2011