Confessing past sins.
Reliving past tragedies.
Pushing through the pain I've tried to hold hidden.
As the time passes, I find myself slowly becoming anew;
much like a Phoenix emerging from the ashes I've made of my old self.
As my walls mimics London's bridges,
I hold myself in a state of vulnerability willingly.
Shattered is the rusted armor used to once shield the overgrown ruins that defined me.
I am reborn,
as I begin to live again.
As my wings spread,
a spark starts the roaring flame within my soul.
© Bleu Wolfe