Rise

tiger
A fire is burning,
Awaking, longing, yearning,
Splitting in two, one stays, one runs.
One embraces the night, one dies in the sun.

A dream is coming to life again.
Once cold, alone, silently she mends.
Scars like webs, weave with precision new life,
The heart grows cold, becoming sharp as a knife.

The once fragile soul left alone to die,
Now has wings to soar with no fear to fly.
Watching and waiting, perfecting her sight.
To rise once again and set things right.

The fire is burning,
Awaking, longing, yearning.
Brushing away the old like dust on a shelf,
Rising stronger as she finds herself.

Kay L. Rice
1/30/2018



 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s