Spiritual Poems For The Awakening Soul by Alison Stormwolf Phoenix Seems SO long ago, I was a little girl A little girl, who dreamt big dreams, Rode on invisible horses and saw fairy people Under every moss covered log. And always was my horizon a place of wonder! All too soon, I matured and had to embrace That uninspiring realm of the “grown ups!” Had to leave behind, in a safe place, my treasures. Never knowing the day or time of recovery And my horizon became a place of uncertainty After many years, riding the wild breakers of life I married a man, and tried to paint my life On my personal canvas, but the paint was inferior It refused to blend in, the finished product spoke volumes, And my horizon became my prison The breaking free was terrible and costly Half my feathers were ripped out, especially those for flight With damaged wings and no nest, I faced the night I fought off the scavengers and predators And my horizon slowly drowned in tears In time my strength returned, flight feathers grew And in the dawn of my resurrection, I spread new wings And beat against a scarlet sky, a phoenix reborn I called out in the stillness of my new morning “I am alive! I have survived!” And my sun rose in welcoming, loving light From over the distant hills, as my eyes narrowed Blinking from the unaccustomed beauty My heart beat in my chest from joy And my horizon sparkled With undiscovered potential Alison Stormwolf
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 01:17:41 +0000
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