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Like a Phoenix
by Tota LongmireMy wrists are bruised and
The pain in my torn palms
Makes me bite my lips.
Why do I fall just to force
Myself to rise from the hot
Ashes of the last time?
Why do I keep falling?
Do I like the pain of pushing
My brokenness into the ground,
Using the pain to get up again?
Rising, falling, rising, falling...
Like your chest at night as
I listen to your heart and
Wonder how it still beats
After all the beatings.
Maybe we can lean together,
Prop each other up so that
Neither one of us will fall
And our bruises will heal.
Though, if we stop falling,
Will we still know how
To keep rising?
03/27/2009 Posted on 03/27/2009
Copyright © 2025 Tota Longmire
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/09 at 01:13 PM This is a very nice write Tota. We all keep wondering these things and more. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/27/09 at 11:26 PM ...tota, we gotta be like the Phoenix gal, i want to kiss those pains, or better yet, i'll get an Angel of mine to do it...painful(hopefully healing)write. good write. |
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