The Phoenix

I stand upon a twisted stage--

above a crowd of stone.

I know that comfort's far away,

and confidence has flown.

 

I see a bird without a fear

Asleep beneath the noise

I Sing, I dance, I Act, I live

to find his honest poise. 

 

Today I stand a stronger man--

without a world of lies. 

I spread my wings behind my back--

And like the bird, I Rise. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Jennifer Hill-Daley

Yes! Good one ! 

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