Phoenix Rising

Phoenix rising in the air
inside a wooden box,
hands placed gentle upon the edges
as they lower it into the ground.

Phoenix drowning beneath the soil
in waves of crashing tears
as all the pain of yesterdays
were kept buried beneath its wings.

Tearful whispers say their goodbyes
as disbelief fills their hearts.
Such a beautiful bird with wings so strong,
how could it possibly be gone?

Phoenix of hidden secrets,
resting peacefully at last.
No one seen the embedded scars
the feathers were covering up.

Unseen damage which made its wings
too weak to ever fly.
Broken hearted but cast aside
because its appearance was believed.

So I titled this poem Phoenix Rising
because nothing is ever what it seems.
Sometimes something rising so high
can be falling apart inside...

..and left to drown alone inside their heart.

Saffie
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29/1/13