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This Phoenix Speaks

Seven years in the making, my first published book, This Phoenix Speaks , is now a reality. The tireless and tiring work invested to ma...


Comfort escapes me as night falls
I have nothing left to give
My self is trembling on the shelf
Bare, having lost its wherewithal
Fractured walls, left open doors, exposed

Tracing the trail of hope 
This catalyst of chemical reaction
Hold my battered beautiful heart
I set it on the doorstep of your home
Like an orphaned child waiting in the rain

The wind whips and takes its toll
Cold and damp has taken hold
The sun promises to shine
But it keeps on hiding behind the clouds
Joy must be waiting on the other side 

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