Broken, battered,
Bruised, and sore
My poor heart
Can take no more
Its flame's gone out
The light grows dim
So much pain
Life just seems grim
But then a change
When least expected
Remembered hope
Has me resurrected
Like a phoenix
From the ashes
My heart revives
In fits and flashes
Before I know it
It's burning bright
Lighting my way
Pushing back the night
I follow along
As it leads the way
To a better place
And a brand new day
2 comments:
Lovely....thanks for sharing!
Well, now I am in tears. I hope you really have found the light.
As you may have read, everytime I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel I live in, it turns out to be an oncoming freight train.
I am cursed/blessed with Bipolar Disorder. The light loves to let me go on a jaunt just so the darkness can pull the rug from beneath my feet. My neurological difficulties are not limited to the BP. Because of head injuries, I experience migraine headaches every moment of my life.
Sorry, I hadn't intended to drift for so long. I truly hope the Phoenix brings you the hope which has abandoned me. And before you ask, yes, I have been some of the best hospitals in the country. Drugs don't even help, and I fought using them in the first place. Aaagh! Sorry.
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