• Brian M Winningham

Phoenix Reborn
















The fires of denial have all been extinguished and

The wolves of hurt are gnashing, tearing, and ravaging,

Their prey, an unrecognizable lump of fear and anguish

Now unprotected by fire from the razor-sharp pain,

The attack rips away layers of cures worse than the disease,

Leaving behind what was always there:

My heart, the charred, scarred anchor of my soul,

Beating once again, though softly, timidly, and afraid.


Though no longer feeding, sometimes still I

Hear the howling, see the dark eyes, redly shining.

Yet the light comes to chase away the shadows and

The shadows come to provide rest and rebirth, while

Faintly as counterpoint to all that came before

My heart begins to gently sing a joyful song.

The phoenix is and can only be a symbol of the heart

Oh, my beautiful heart, you too shall soar again.

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