Phoenix
Abnormal cold seethed through the beaten weather in her slow southern sky
It was as if the old oak trees had died
But they rose again, bruising out the moonlit night
Setting all the disease on fire come daylight
She conquered notes on a girl she once knew
City avenues bleeding like the street lamps, lit anew
She was like a fierce cat, landing on her feet
She had known torture, abuse, and agony
But she held onto the view
that love was still a verb, and drowning was no option
She climbed each mountain
and stormed each steel-framed door
She broke the barriers of opposition
and refused to let the sickness invade her even more
She grew tough and strong
Fierce and determined
She stood tall on the ravaged mountains her bruised feet climbed
She was lightning in the summer sun
and she was light in her own dark fight
There would be no victory inside her own soul unless she rose triumphant
Bleeding out in the streets of her molestation, rape, and bitter violence, were not going to be an option
(They were only memories)
She was a warrior who still believed there was goodness to be found inside the human mind
She still loved and dreamed of being held in gentle kind
She reached, she vowed, she fought, and she proved that no one is broken, unless they choose to lay in their own pain forever
There is victory in connecting with the humankind that took her innocence and destroyed her skin, only to rip it off once she grew it again
No one is ever gone for good, unless they choose it
No one is ever forever severed unless they stay upon that torn and bloody path; filled with unhealed wrath
She rode the wind to victory upon an angels sky
Wings that buried all her agony and told her she could fly
Copyright © Christie Moses | Year Posted 2020
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