Spring Phoenix


Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Lifelong sunset,
the light burning the hope in my hands.
Flesh on fire.
So many ashes, more than I understand.

Tears on my hands
turning my carbon heartache to paste.
Screaming anguish
refuses to purge a life racing haste.

Damn you, bitter tears,
may you burn for all eternity
—without me.

Wiping my eyes
to dry the self-imposed rain.
Wiping my hands
I stand ready until the sun rises again.

New growth
bursts forth as ash fertilizes the ground.
Breathing deep,
I walk again—and I WILL make a sound.

©March 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne

3 Replies to “Spring Phoenix”

  1. Pingback: Spring Phoenix | Christina Anne Hawthorne

    • Thank you, Kath. There’s a gentle drizzle outside (it’s actually quite beautiful) with snow falling high on the mountains, yet I’m feeling more like there’s sun every day. I hope you’re enjoying your summer days as you head towards cooler days.

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