Pheonix


when hope
was bidding goodbye,
when longing threatened
to devour me,
to steal my soul,

i read those words,
a poet's...
i felt them, heard them
in a distant voice
so painfully familiar...
the voice I once breathed,
my life...
they struck my heart,
piercing it,
unleashing the blood of pain,
completing
the mystical sacrifice...

just then,
those words,
his words,
like sparks of fire,
ignited me,
burned me to ashes,
resurrected me...


in words
We became One
and I was born again.



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