Phoenix

Feeling so used,
but still refuse,
to be subdued,
by an excuse.

Feeling so hallow,
but will not wallow,
in any sorrow,
search for tomorrow.

Feeling so wrong,
will not prolong,
must skip along,
my heart beats strong.

Feeling so mellow,
embracing yellow,
erase the echoes,
start hearing cellos.

Feeling alive,
dreams take a drive,
ambitions fly,
way past the sky.

Feeling so ready,
emotions steady,
negative buried,
life will be merry.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy