• She could've tried to help me,
    when I was fighting myself.
    tried to warn me,
    no she had not.
    In my wrath,
    I forgot she was old and needed rest.
    And when I returned
    from taking out my anger,
    I discovered her throwing herself in flames.
    i thought she was to fed up with my anger and stupidity.
    I could only regret my self-centeredness
    and my own rage.
    My cheeks burning with pain,
    I glanced at the remains of the fire.
    Then, alas!!
    Through broken tears,
    I watched the fire rise high and tall!
    I saw it form the familiar face.
    She is back!
    She arose from ashes and fire,
    her glowing eyes alight.
    The reborn firebird, wiser and kinder,
    rose higher and higher.
    And her voice came like a dream:
    a song that spread warmth within me.
    " Anger can be blunt and be blurted out."
    " Wisdom is found within."
    The firebird, strong and caring,
    left me now.
    Firebird, my friend forever.