The Phoenix
by Mandy Barncord-Doerr
Let me cry
I've earned that right
I carry the scars
Of a lengthly fight
Only tears can heal
This gapping wound
Existing in my heart
Of expectation ruined
But from the ashes
I will arise
With wings aflamed
To conquer the skies
This spirit of mine
Is too powerful a force
To remain shackled
In the depths of despair and remorse
I was meant for greater dreams
I shall not be captured by petty things
Begone thou demons of stagnant minds
No more my vision will you blind
I will succeed
My will is mine
Copyright © 1999, Amanda D. Barncord Doerr