In your presence I became someone unrecognizable to myself. I watched from a distance as you led me away into some foreign wilderness where someday someone may have happened upon my bones and cared enough to wonder what became of me. Maybe they would have given them the rest they should have been given.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a stranger looking back at me. You whispered deceit and wiles in my ear. I can’t imagine the things you whispered when I wasn’t looking. When you thought I would never see. But my eyes are not merely eyes for it was all foretold to me before it all began. I knew this would end the way it has. My bones, my veins, the flame that burns brightly in me, those parts always knew. The flame you tried to snuff out to extinguish so you could shine brighter and be lifted higher while crushing your heel upon my very head.
People are just stepping stones to you. Inconsequential. Fodder.. You tried to hide your venom. A snake may shed its skin a million times but he will always be a snake.
A phoenix will always be born again over and over again refined in the fire. Made stronger each time she is reborn. There is purpose in suffering and pain. It is the best teacher and mentor. It builds strength, endurance and perseverance, if we partner with it and allow it to change us to soften us, to mold us.
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