Flight of the Phoenix Or
How the Touch Of Grey Saved the Day
By: Patrick Michael
I’ve grown so close to my elder being
that I’ve grown grey on the sides of my head.
This wisdom seeps out my temples,
overloading my brain with thoughts of the future.
I’m not ashamed of this outward appearance,
even though society tells me to extinguish this inferno.
The embers of my old self burn white and the ashes land around my side.
This Phoenix rises out, born anew, hoping to heal those in need with my tears.
They were once shed with my fears but now I’m so happy,
the condensation builds up and rains out through my windows to the soul.
The silver lining of white clouds defines the outlines and finally there’s no lies.