the phoenix cannot seem to fly
she has both wings weighted down
the perfect moment the perfect light
the timing must be just right
the phoenix spreading kerosene
she puts it on everything
desperately lighting the match
knowing this is what phoenixes do

she has it down
exactly what happens when she’s off the ground
but she is so scared

the fireproof armor that she wears
are history, walls of despair
she wants free
she thinks she’s ready to burn

she has it down
exactly what happens when she’s off the ground
but how does she get there

a blessing i will give to her
she cannot hear it
i believe that all blessings are heard
i find that comforting
i know she’s strong
she’ll find a way to let go and move on
cause that’s what phoenixes do