Poletry

In my room, I contemplate all that ever was and is. In this journey I have never felt alone, But I truly am. My acomplishments and joy have seldom been so final. Cold and metallic. Somehow I derive warmth from this. And as I take it all down and wrap it up, I know this cannot be the last. I've broken myself into shards of glass. Mosaic. I have swam depths and soared heights simultaneously. I have been overwhelming fury and elegant fragility made flesh. I have torn walls and ceilings down to create worlds beyond. And now ashes. I wonder... Will that phoenix ever rise again? -Serzi