phoenix 

bright and hot I burn

surging, scorching from within.

it hurts good.

until I’m enveloped.

then, it hurts bad.

Precious, beautiful pieces of myself

now ashes

adrift in the same breeze that once

carried me.

aflame, it hurts. 

I thought I knew who I was, what I was to do.

And I did.

The Knowing progresses.

that is the constant.

that is the emergence,

that is the wisdom and the grace.

From the ashes am I made.

It hurts gloriously.

I take off yet again.

b.w. 

9.18.2023