Phoenix Rising

Here’s a darker poem- the world is waking up, flowers shooting out of the earth, and I thought of life and health beneath what appears broken and still.

Ashes on her skin
their tongues flame.
Pink beneath the soot
she is whole.

A phoenix sleeping
they strike
and she forgives
her heart tender-

red as hate
and fire.

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