I Am

I am a phoenix, reborn in charred ash,

I am the patient as the sloth, restless as the caged stallion,

I wonder where the stars go when the sun embraces the horizon,

I hear the thunder in my soul, and lightning in my mind.

I want the peace of the winter forest,

I am a phoenix, unburnt, cleansed by flame,

I pretend to be, masked for every occasion.

I feel the crows sorrow, touch the blanketing darkness, worry it will snuff out the light I am imbued with.

I cry when I time travel,

But I am a phoenix, unbroken, wings at the ready,

I understand I am not alone, say what I feel, dream about bliss,

I try to forgive myself and hope to learn the strength to do so.

Because I am the phoenix, gifted a second chance.