sharonlove

Transpiration of The Phoenix

From broken foundations I rose, above the scorching and embittered structure.
Yet, I fall to the ashes once more, reminding myself why I am who I have become.
My world as I know it is crumbling and my sanity is waning. I feel as if I am being assaulted from all sides. Everywhere I turn there is something to drain me of my lifeforce and energy...I feel tainted, and less whole.
I am both weary and furious at corrupted creatures that implement themselves in my life, thinking that I owe them something because we've talked a few times, or have similar interests. Be strong and fix your own goddamn life. I'm not your savior, I never was... and I never will be. Stop sucking off my energy and repair from within.
I know I am falling, I feel the kindle deep within. It is only a matter of time before I reach the bottom and return to the embers that will reform me. Yet, there is the knowledge that I will rise. Wicked truths, a love so deep, the top half of the fifty, vicious symphonies, the deep hunger... all of which will nurture and rebuild... and in time, I will be whole again.