It cuts deep into my wound;
I draw strength from its pain.
The embers glow brightly in the dark of the night;
Waiting for the calm of storm to whip up the frenzy again.
This vicious cycle,
Where one begins and one ends is unknown.
While the phoenix hibernates;
It stirs,
Feeling the heat of a boiling rage.
It settles down once more as the ashes of the former flame is put out.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
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