by lara la bryer

There was warmth in the comfort
of the routine of the sameness
same blue prints to the same mood swings
Strength was found somewhere in that weakness
In the process of lives torn apart
A small piece of glass
from the broken mirror
it was just big enough to see a reflection
a birth
of the realization
that the phoenix burned, yes...
lost much of itself too, maybe...
but as surely as the seasons would change
a wounded phoenix rises from her ashes
wounds healed with a newfound beauty
from the joy of another chance
spreads flaming wings and flies
focused on the path
embraces the changes.

Written November 7, 2013, 6:36 pm
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