The Phoenix

The Phoenix


Sometimes we run into a situation that tears us down, breaks our wings, and leaves us unable to fly. In this beat poem, Eden's words let you feel the pain, the anguish, and the light at the end of the tunnel.

<p style="text-align: center;">A songbird.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I flew freely across the skies, singing as my wings glided easily through the air.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I wanted the world to hear my song. Upon the ground, a man beckoned to me songbird please come grace me with your voice, my heart fluttered and I flew down to get a closer look, cautious but not enough to fly away.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I sang for him and his eyes lit with wonder. I was delighted to share my song. He asked me to stay with him telling me I could fly off as I wanted to share my song with the world, and I agreed, wanting to make him happy.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I continued to sing for him many times and it always brought him joy, which brought me joy. I began to feel restless on his perch and asked him if I could fly off to share my song with others, but he denied me saying he didn&#39;t want them to hear because it was special to him. I accepted this for a while but soon I continued to ask, desperate to spread my wings and spread my song, and his responses became irate.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">He would tell me my voice wasn&#39;t good enough for others and sometimes rip off my feathers in anger. I realized I would need to fly away by myself, and plotted my time to fly away.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">He noticed this change in me however and at night he held me and clipped my wings so I could no longer fly. And with that, my song died.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Another found me and though I had dyed my feathers black to appear perhaps as a raven instead, he approached you&#39;re not a raven you&#39;re a songbird.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I was alarmed but he touched my feathers gently to wash away the black and told me that just because my wings were clipped did not mean I couldn&#39;t sing. If you sing your song for me I will fix your wings so you can fly, I spent a long time singing by his side a darker melody than before.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">He cared for me at first, lightly touching my feathers, listening in fascination. However, he began to grow bored of my song, and he began to tell me I was worthless, that my singing was deafening. I was no good and no one should have to hear or see how ugly I was. However cruel his words got, I endured because I was nothing without him.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I woke one night to find he was plucking my feathers as I slept in an attempt to make sure no one found me beautiful. Despair plagued me at the realization of the damage he had done, and when I begged him to stop he took out a match to set my feathers on fire.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I was consumed by flames, smothered by the smoke as I watched him disappear in the blinding black. My eyes opened and I emerged from the ashes alive. I realized that I was never just a songbird. My singing wasn&#39;t made just to entertain others. The flames burn, but in the end, I only come back stronger than before. My new wings spread and carefully I taught myself how to fly.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I&#39;m not just any songbird, I thought as I sang into the night,</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I&#39;m a phoenix.</p> <div id="__gk_root">&nbsp;</div>

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