You sit alone and talk

of nothing but the past

Is there anything that

will urge you to think

of things to come

or is your life

already at an end?

Defeated and distorted

your sole source of hope

your only child

She is not who you are

or should ever be.

 

Be the person you had hoped

when in youthful years.

He lies there dormant

deep inside you

waiting to be woken

shaken into existence

a phoenix rebirth

a soul stirred into life

to blossom again

to rise out the flame

and soar into the sky.