phoenix

Back up against the wall,
cornered by the forces above her,
she looks at her chains and smiles.
She dares them to come forward.
She likes the feeling
of playing with fire
and causing chaos, rattling the cages of those who tell her she’s different.
Gripping the cold metal
with heated hands,
closed eyes,
calm breath,
she let’s out a yell
as the chains break free from the brick.
They stare in disbelief as she bursts into flames,
for the phoenix always rises from the ashes–stronger, more ferocious, never a victim.

-bkl

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