Your innocence has been waiting
for you this whole time,
like a Phoenix resting amidst the ashes
after bravely allowing every demon
to enter and pass through her;
she nurses your wounds as you come to,
waiting for you to be ready
to fly with her across the flames
like the stoic, shining savior
you forgot that you had.
They lied when they told you she was gone,
and they lied
when they said you could never get her back.
Someone once took
their Phoenixes from them,
and now they steal from others
to satiate the darkness
their souls were cursed to carry long ago.
They can never take all of her away,
no matter how hard they are going to try,
no matter how much it feels
like they are succeeding.
They did not murder her in front of you,
she is still watching
from behind your eyes.
Your life is more than the illusion
created and coerced into you
when you were too young to decide;
the Phoenix in you rises and
gives you the final prize- a choice,
wings on fire, a prevailing voice.
You are The Resurrected,
screaming in fever and weeping in rebirth,
you make new homes for her within
your blood, tears and bones...
she is trying to wake you up.