Phoenix Rises

 

Deep breath.

You cannot cry,

Cannot scream,

Cannot break,

 

Deep breath

Think of a calming rhythm that rivals the

dangerous hum of impending disappointment.

Think of a “happy place.”

            Such a joke

            Such a lie

 

How is any place happy?

When frustration

When sheer anger festers within one’s own self?

Breeding a new being unrecognizable to the kind soul that once cradled an equally as kind person

Doesn’t that make the idea of a happy place void?

Impossible to attain?

A wish on a star that you know you will never reach.

 

But if you could,

if you could have the experience of the bliss of flying,

would you ever make it to that star?

If you could feel the wind race past your ears,

and experience the weightlessness of Space,

would you not perish from the lack of oxygen,

perish from the reality of a lack of necessity.

 

Deep breath

It is simple.

You cannot survive on hopes alone.

They do not feed you.

They are not the necessity, right?

And yet you fantasize about making the impossible possible.

 

For no good reason.

Nothing outside of.

I know it can be done….

So on the off chance that you can make it,

That you manage to reach and to touch that ever bright star…

will you sear your outstretched fingers upon contact?

Admit defeat as you blister and bubble under the white hot failure?

 

Deep breath.

Such is the nature of hope,

            Of wishes,

            Of dreams.

 

You can work to succeed,

Succeed to achieve,

Come within your bated breath of accomplishment-

And it could all be for naught.

That’s what happens when you get too close.

When you dare to cross the lines Fate has set as boundary for you.

 

It can all burn,

Returning back to the ashes of the previous failure upon which it was born.

All the hard work thrown directly into what seems to be

the merciless, incendiary clutches of Hell itself.

You’re left without options and decide to try to regain self.

These are dark, bottomless thoughts and you cannot fall.

Calm yourself.

 

Deep breath

You are the foundation for others with seemingly silly dreams

            With endless hopes

            With starry-eyed wishes

And you are not yet heartless enough to tell them that

It is never what it seems.

That it may all have started as and may become again-

nothing.

 

Deep breath

You cannot be seen crying

You cannot crack before Them.

Try once more.

Wake to your new dawn

Just as the Darkness again loses its eternal battle with the Sun,

Dust off  your own dreams

            Hopes

            Wishes.

Renew them upon this bright nothing.

A new start at something old.

A fresh take on something worn,

And continue to inspire.

 

Breathe deeply

You need not cry.

You need not scream.

And his is no time to break.

Think of your calming rhythm.

The day is yours.

 

This daily phoenix rise to your sense of purpose,

Is your “happy place”. Make a home here.

Where your People can take their own calming breaths,

And thrive.

By Kathryn Sabir-Beach