The Phoenix Unfolded

Claw into me, then claw a little deeper, Have you found it yet, My grinning Grim Reaper? Whispering your apologies and then walking away, As if rash actions followed by soft spoken words could sway, A gentler side of me, my inside’s inside, That not even I could ever hide, Thus you exit my stage, mid sentence, Your unfinished business leaving a silent resonance, Upon blinded eyes I am beheld, Misery and Mystery now magnificently meld, Forming the thorns wrapped in my chest, In my own theatre I am made: A Guest, Sitting and pondering as Time saunters by, Breathing in a darken truth, Exhaling a lie, Too bond to live, too stubborn to expire, Ashes to embers, Embers to Fire, As the Phoenix rises and burns through the air, Upon this ominous cloud, I sit and glare, Gazing into the wilderness from whence I came, Considering the path behind & before me, will I be tame? Animals were not meant for cages and neither am I, I am the Phoenix, born to burn boundlessly and freely fly.