The Phoenix

I over-lived, I think,
I lived endlessly,
never in the same
loop, never the
same pattern twice,
brutally courageous,
inherently selfless,
crashed into a flaming
oblivion of passion
and love, and hate,
youth on life support,
rounding continuously
sharp, fast angles,
success, loss, power,
exhilaratingly spurn
solutions blown from
glass and regular
boxes presented as
Pandora’s in a very
slick set of palms.

A blaze of glory only
lasts a millisecond
before it falls to ash,
but what happens
when you’re reborn
in the aftermath?

You lick the flames
and taste immunity.
You use that fire to
fuel life’s inferno.

– B.

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