Phoenix
march 23, 2020









Phoenix
I had a dream I was a bird
A reckless and free thing
Boldly taking the skies to soar
A weighty past beneath two wings
I met my end in a spiders web
Or was it a dream catcher?
Unaware of the danger in my delusion
This sacred hoop becomes my teacher.
Sticky webs transform into a nest
Feelings of protection and comfort
To stay sane in the midst of madness
As I transform into the next life form
This dichotomy of confusion
To be a child again would free me
From the compulsion to obey,
The restrictions and burdens of society
Meeting my ashes is a sweet relief
As I decide my time to scorch
The greedy spider will starve
I am a phoenix reborn once more
xoxo, L
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a photo series with Kyle Christensen