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A Poem called "Flight of the Phoenix"

Art credit: Manoela Costa, Artstation.

Art credit: Manoela Costa, Artstation.

Flight of the Phoenix ~

A young bird will caress its own feathers,
Slanted eyes filled with hope and love.
By default, all fledglings are reckless,
And the hellfire will crush it from above.

Its world must inevitably fall apart,
Life itself will let little one down.
From the land of living it shall wish to depart,
Tragedy of existence will force the bird to drown.

Obscure flames of agony will burn through,
Destroying feathers, skin, flesh, blood, and bone.
Fire baptism of its own making shall pursue,
Until the ashes on the battlefield remain alone.

In due course, a wind would touch the lost soul,
And reach what remains blowing from the skies.
The legend that follows is known by all:
From the ashes, a Phoenix shall rise.

The reborn bird is always much stronger,
And the cruel world can influence it less.
The love of newcomer forever lasts longer,
With the ability to fly higher than anyone else.

- A Poet in Attempt

~ About the Poem

The temptations and trials of life are always great. Every once in awhile, they're too difficult. There are times when all of us simply stumble through our years. Everyone gets hurt or run over, or completely crushed. Sometimes, we fall apart and then we take the time to mend, to pick up the pieces. Healing is hard. Suzanne Collins once said: It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart. That might be true. What matters is that we try.

It's a circle of life. We walk and fall, break our bones and crush our soul. Then we stand up again, fight over and over until we fall, and stand up, and fall. Countless times, again and again, up and down, and down and up. Humans are like phoenixes, and everyone can rise from the ashes.

Here's to all the brave and amazing people in the world, who walked through hell, and got out of it stronger. Once, or more than once.

“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.”

— Charles Bukowski

© 2020 Ivana Divac

Comments

BookLover on August 23, 2020:

I am truly touched.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on August 23, 2020:

Tragic poem with the ultimate price to pay but being reborn much stronger at the end is a blessing.

It is so difficult to go down the path when one is hurt. Crushed like he is in a black hole with no way out.

Once n while we allow our hearts to trust again...but it takes time to be reborn to the fully trustworthy one we were before.

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on August 08, 2020:

Thanks, everyone, for your kind words!

Liz Westwood from UK on August 07, 2020:

This is a poem rich in imagery and meaning. You have used the phoenix to put convey a powerful message.

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on August 07, 2020:

Nicely done, Ivana.

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on August 07, 2020:

It's true, most of us learn to bear our scars. Thank you for reading the poem!

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on August 07, 2020:

Few people get through this life unscathed, but there is always the hope for better days ahead. Your poem expresses it beautifully.

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on August 07, 2020:

Thanks a lot!

Tery Peta from Bulgaria on August 07, 2020:

Very beautifully written, I really enjoyed the read.

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on August 07, 2020:

Thanks a lot, everyone!

Abby Slutsky from LAFAYETTE HL on August 07, 2020:

Beautful imagery and a great photo made this very enjoyable to read.

B from Ireland on August 07, 2020:

Fantastic piece,

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on August 07, 2020:

Thank you so much!

Lorna Lamon on August 07, 2020:

A great poem Ivana full of truth. Regardless of what we endure in life we can always reach deep inside and rise again.

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on August 07, 2020:

Thank you very much for your kind words!

Ann Carr from SW England on August 07, 2020:

A powerful poem, straight to the horrors of life but with the hint of hope that with courage we can win through.

Ann

Miebakagh Fiberesima from Port Harcourt, Rivers State, NIGERIA. on August 06, 2020:

Many thanks for this wonderful poem. Truely, we were strangers in this strange world.