• "Tears help heal the pain."
    She said,
    Yet she's shivering like it's cold.
    It's warm in the south,
    At this time or year,
    Yet she sleeps in the ashes again.
    And on her angel bone,
    There are scars,
    From when she flew too near the sun.
    Burst of light, of flames, of fire,
    She is like Icarus,
    Watching her fall home again.

    In the dust of ember's wake,
    She opened her eyes,
    There were feathers on her back.

    Without a word of thanks,
    She spread her wings and flew,
    As if she knew,
    She would always rise again,
    Leaving a trail of ash.
    P h o e n i x.