Phoenix

Lava oozes from my skin
Or so it seems everything 
Burning from within

Meltdown mind dissolve
Re-ingest concoctions I don’t 
Dare now to evolve

I place my trust in a newer hand

Caring not that I'm engulfed 
Moulded like smelted metal
A newer form is fashioned

And like the Phoenix ..................?

passioni do not know?

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Anthony Beesley

August 25, 2010 at 10:44 AM

i'm that phoenix rising from the ashes of addiction and affliction good solid write

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

July 4, 2010 at 12:26 PM

Luv the Lava too David.. we are going lava surfing today though I think I'll watch this old man fall on his butt..haha.. I told him he is 55 but he said he feels 25 and he is doing it.. so I gotta say yes too.. u may read about us in the local papers ..haha.. but your poem is very introspective and hope u are now deciding on a new lease in life.. u earned it my friend.. it was all an experience .. remember we are to learn from them.. with luv from the "Sweetheart" in Hawaii.. AlohA..

Carolyn Devonshire

July 3, 2010 at 5:14 PM

It takes a lot to get through this type of transformation, David. I appreciate the reference to the mythological phoenix rising from the ashes. Your poem makes me wonder how many resurrections we have in us. We're not cats -- don't have nine lives -- yet man seems to be more adaptable to change than most species. Very thought-provoking poem! Love, Carolyn