The Phoenix Has Died
The phoenix has died
I can see that now
I can see it in your eyes.
Those bright blue, youthful eyes
once so hopeful, now restless...unfocused.
Once you were a phoenix
on the precipice of flight
with the promise of love and life
oh, how I yearn to see
that life in you again!
She pulled you back, yanked you
strangled you with her apron strings
hung you, squeezed the life out of you
clingy, whining
a cesspool of anxieties
belched out and incessant.
Too caring, too conscientious to resist
you conceded, and the promptings
the promptings of obligation
overwhelmed.
So you froze fast in a nightmare
a nightmare of anxieties
trapped
sucked into a black hole
believed the lies
kept the security blanket
and sank in the quicksands
of stagnation.
The phoenix's wings were clipped
no longer a phoenix... no
but a goldfish in a glass bowl.
Now you languish in anonimity
never to make your mark
mugged by a mother's insecurities.
The phoenix has died.
Written on 2/11/2017
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2018
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