Phoenix

Like the trapped air

That escapes from the wood

When it is set on fire,

Making it crackle as if

Prompting the flames to dance,

You set my heart ablaze

To force your love out

Of its labyrinthine maze.

 

The crackling sounds

Are more intense,

Yet you refuse to hear them.

The flames are not dancing;

They are reaching out

And extending their wings,

As does a captured dove,

To grab onto anything

Even remotely resembling love.

 

And the flames will find it,

Let me tell you,

Something to extinguish this inferno

And to heal my charred heart.

You must have heard the legend -

Only after braving

The unkindest bruises, burns and bashes

A phoenix does rise

From its own ashes.