Burning Phoenix

So many flows flowing through me!
I’m assuming it’s the light I’ve glowed growing new trees,
Of life I’ve needed to release thus ball of pain resting in my ankles,
My chest and my hands from everything I thought I could handle…

A gift that keeps giving,
Flummoxed or not!
Above the plot?
Is peace I need to revitalize a hot head steaming on a body almost put inside a box!
I had to rise from…

I only wonder what a phoenix reborn from defeat feels like!
With good reason.
I’ve smoked away so many smiles into ash thinking every joint would relieve hit,
After hit,
After hit where I fell to my knees and,
Prayed…
What if I put it all away?
Keep it blunt with my self instead of crushing my soul up on a tray?…