Poetry of the Phoenix

And we sit around the fire
watching the golden ball of flame
leap and howl and transform the wood
into hot ribbons of light.
Somewhere, we hope to be transformed too
spark like the flames dancing
searching for some light in the times we live in
and come out renewed from the furnace of affliction
this fire
poetry of the phoenix.


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I write to restore Black Historical Truth for the freedom of all people. Visit me online at yecheilyahysrayl.com and @yecheilyah on IG and Twitter.

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