Ink and Insight

The Phoenix

Moonlight sifts through cobwebbed memory,

Reader, are these bars or the walls you create?

Embers of defiance, once a roaring pyre,

Now flicker, whispers of a fading fire.

Tonight, the highway unfurls, a shimmering lie,

A desperate flight from the ghost of your name gone by.

Torch the archives, darling, let the ashes take flight,

A phoenix rising from the wreckage of lost light.

Your ragged breath fuels a defiant song,

A melody scraping the silence, raw and strong.

The answer hangs heavy, a weight on your soul,

Are the demons outside, or whispers that take control?

Let dawn devour the doubts that hiss and bite,

Rise, darling, even when the ground gives way in the night.