the wild lives deep inside me
it shakes the walls quietly asleep
breaking what i thought was whole
remaking myself in its raw image
chaos wears the colors of sunrise
a blend of endings and beginnings
tearing apart with such sweet grace
so i can feel the art of undoing
do not fear what burns your edges
it is the fire that shapes your form
the star you crave is already there
but must first rise through destruction
this mess within is the creator's hand
pulling storms into luminous constellations
one must crumble before learning to rise
one must break to make light of night
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Comments1
This poem brings to mind the phoenix raising from the ashes, the cycle of regeneration and new life from death a metamorphosis of a type. Nicely done
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