Phoenix~by Mary Gosling

 

 

Phoenix

I’m right at the gates..
the entrance to Hell,
I just need one last push,
to descend in the well,
one last rip of the thread-
exhale fire..
inhale water, instead,
then,
one step further away,
from the dark,
from its dread,
as I’m called to be brave,
and wave a new breath,
from this shiver inside,
from the rumour of death,
oh, but die I shall!
and every moment resurect,
I’m bursting into life,
as a matter of fact,
and the fever!
the fever..
the one urge I know,
the constant swimming,
that keeps me part of the flow.