Little Phoenix
I hope you see red as bright as your feathers.
I hope you feel the heat as hot as your flames.
I hope you feel comforted in your ashes,
for they are all that remains.
Five hundred years passes before your eyes.
Never judging, never leaving.
Refusing to be pushed to the side
Because your heart never stops bleeding.
When your time comes,
You’ll erupt in a blaze.
And all those who bring you peace
Will see in shades of gray.
But you will be back, bright and young.
You will be brand new.
For you are born over and over again,
Leaving behind what you outgrew.
🥰
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