PHOENIX
by Michaela Carmitan
When things
start to close in –
The thin air
running, escaping
(Like how
you wish you could)
The tick of
Time a threatening countdown
The rush of
blood pumping Life
Into barely
breathing lungs,
A fast-paced
beating heart,
And tired,
shaking hands –
Stop.
Look into
the mirror.
Look for the
spark behind the tired, tired eyes,
Look for the
Yes,
The Why,
And breathe.
Stop.
Fuel the
fire; watch it spread from your eyes
To your
mouth, your heart, your hands
Until you
are ablaze with why you are alive
Why you die
many times over,
But here you
are –
A survivor
every time.
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