The Phoenix writhes in agony:
where they once fanned flames of defiance
her floundering wings now beat the ground,
smouldering with the last thought of
The ice has melted,
the wall has crumbled,
the time has come..
She looks back on her feathered embers,
stretches out her wingspan to shake
shimmering, whimpering amber ashes,
discovers she doesn’t want to fly this time:
and with vulnerability transformed
let’s her heart soar.