DefyingGravity's Journal

Another poem I wrote. 

Old and withered, I cry out in the pain of it all.

Knowing that no one is left to answer my call.

Consumed by sadness, despair and fear,

I search for what still holds me here.

I cannot seem to find a thing, the thing that holds me here.

So I sigh, and with a final cry, I burst into flame.

But instead of the cold grip of death, I feel the pull of life.

Reborn anew, no longer a captive of grief and strife.

I am still who I was before, but somehow not the same.

I am a wild, newborn thing, no longer shy and tame.

The pain still hides within my chest, an ache of the past.

But I no longer feel the need to let it hold me fast.

So in my finally desperate hours, where my soul gave in.

I grew and became something new, not captive of that sin.

I am a creature of flame, of feathers, bone and wing.

Yet all will hear my song when I decide to sing.