Pheonix
In a world where the skies are gray and turmoil strikes daily, I see you.
Through the smoke and soot, you rise.
Technicolor and blazing, pulling me out of the ashes to greet you.
Surrounded by comfort and warmth, I meet you.
As you take my hand to rise with you.
In this world of gray, I'm reminded of the light through you.
My pheonix.
- Caroline Youngless
11/14/2021
Copyright © Caroline Youngless | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment