Monday, June 17, 2013

Break Free

When the sun comes to December
Will I wake again
From the ashes
Of all that remains
Of a soul once set aflame
Burnt then doused in cold, cold rain
Buried deep within the earth
Left in solitude
Confined in darkness
Forgiven but not forgotten
To await the sun that rises
Against December's cold frost
Like the phoenix, that bears hope
Will I rise, break forth
From frozen earth and hard rock
To unfurl in the golden rays
When the sun comes to December
Will I live again

1 comment:

  1. I have nominated you for the "Shine On" Award! Read about here, please, and let me know if you are going to accept it!

    Thank you!