Broken Open

Sent in Summer

Phoenix

I build my fire from
Love and dust,
Decay and rust,
Broken trust.
I toss the pieces of my life
Into the flames
And watch them change,
Yet everything
Stays the same.
They say
When burning bodies of the dead
One thing remains
When all else
Is reduced to ash.
It is that hardened,
Charred and blackened thing
That still beats in my chest.
And in its chambers,
Yet untouched,
A past that cannot be erased.
I turn to face
The future of myself.