Phoenix
by Lena
From salt to blood,
Within a cage, without air, within a silent agony.
Raging in lies and smiles of the past,
I served the purpose, her purpose.
It is her story, I was only a tool.
The pain inside without a cause.
Her cause, her pain, inside my nameless shadow.
I will be lost within the wind of sorrow.
My aching bones and shattered dreams,
Without a place and name.
Just a footprint of a soul without flesh, without a home.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, no one to follow.
Burning through the pages of a story, her story.
Destroying without regret,
To love and to hate,
To walk the plank into oblivion – that’s my fate.
My ugly beauty and beautiful ugliness,
My battered soul, my dusty shoes,
My tears and blood of my inner child.
My journey on this endless road.
We will dance barefoot on shattered glass, on shattered dreams.
We will be remembered and then forgotten.
We will kiss the tears of our unborn child.
We will rise like Phoenix, we will break free!
I will climb the highest mountain,
I will not look down,
I will not turn the other cheek,
I will not bow down!
One more step,
One last breath,
One last laugh…
I am free at last!
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10/27/2015 © Elena Levon
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The woman behind Phoenix …
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Freedom comes from loving what is
yes!!!!
Just leaving my footprints here to let you know I read your poem. I love your poetry!
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Yours truly ~
Rawclyde
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To explore the darkness does not make you dark. Hidden darkness is the problem. No idea is too wrong to be explored. What is wrong is what we do with that idea.
PS — This is a beautiful exploration of that idea!
beautiful ..
Love the imagery Lena! It is full of feelings or emotions and so what if you were feeling ‘dark’ (as some have put it) at the time of composing, it does not necessarily mean you’ve remained in that state. All artists project their soul, spirit or themselves in the particular work that they are creating at that moment in time and if they are feeling happy, sad, melancholy, angry, bemused, outrageous, sexy, sentimental or whatever, their emotions can be transferred into their work. My humble opinion is that the emotions can often enhance their work and it appears, your emotions have gone into this poem. Bouquets to you Lena!
By the way, I’ve nominated you for the Infinity Dreams Award and I hope my link to your site works. If not, please find it on: https://wendyswrittenwords.wordpress.com/
Wendy
Thank you very much, Wendy for such a beautiful comment.
fantastic. thank you for sharing beautiful image, poetry, and music
Hey, maybe you meant it, but maybe you didn’t. I just wanted to make sure you were cool with the nip slip above. Not complaining. As a matter of fact, it might’ve excited me too much. But, just in case, you’re shy, I thought you might like to know.
i meant it )
Can you be in love with a complete stranger? You are all 10s!
oh darling, I’m full of imperfections ))
Beautiful! Who’s the author of that musical composition?
Ethos music – Nothing Left To Lose
Thanks!!! Reminded me a little of Ludovico Einaudi’s “Experience”. Love this type of music.
very nice! just bookmarked it )
Love it!
Love it~
Wow ~ this is simply beautiful hun! xo Happy Wednesday and I hope you are well in your travels.
It gave me a sense of lose, like a missed soul
I really enjoyed reading and feeling it at the same time!!! Words beautifully put together with a pinch of melancholy derived from life experiences.
Fly, Elena…FLY!
I am an older gentleman, well I might be using gentleman under false pretense, but I am a gentle soul, except when I am not. Hey, don’t give me grief here, this is exactly how you talk Miss Levon. My point, since I am from an older generation, is that you are talking about a freedom that death gives, at least that is how I took it. A freedom maybe for a friend, but you are usually talking about yourself. So for that reason this poem bothers me because sometimes you go dark. Thats it.
we all die a little bit everyday. but yes, I see what you are saying.. there really has been a lot of darkness in my life. (as I’m sure a lot of people do as well) so writing about it, even if it’s hidden between the words, I can get away with sharing it and confronting it, without giving out names. Besides, the very last sentence is triumphant, even though there’s so much darkness. Thank you for reading and for your thoughts.
Truly inspiring… I loved it
excellent well said
This verse made me feel a sense of tragedy…as if you were confronting a new problem in your life…one more threatening than others you had faced before…
I loved this!!!
Lovely. Breathtakingly lovely.
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Always beautiful and poetic, I love your constant will to be free