Uncontrolled Blaze
You think that you can cage this phoenix and expect my flames to simmer down,
In hopes that the heat that is extracted from my aura is diminished.
But you are misinformed and mistaken.
Thinking that you can assume my kindness is weak, along with my ability to forgive, and how your impact continues to apply to me.
How arrogant you are.
When you least expect it, this emotional cage of healing and memory I’ve been in begins to melt with my fire of evolution and rebirth.
You will stand back, completely in dismay, on how this once tame, sweet, and loving bird of the mystical type, will show you her ugly.
To you, it’s unwelcome, for it tests your impression of me that I’m still willing to be imprisoned by your manipulation and passive aggression.
You tried to figure out my magical powers by talking to others in my circle,
Only to find out that they are mystical flyers as well, defending themselves from your kind.
Birds of a feather flock together,
A fire is suffocated when you don’t give it oxygen.
I know deep inside you are the one who is running out of resources,
Let alone fresh air to breath.
Your toxic and volatile habits only give my wings power to fly circles around you.
Take the scorch like a man,
For this fiery phoenix is starting a new life without you.
Copyright © Leslie Bartholomew | Year Posted 2022
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