Her soul is tethered to this earth By the strength of your need for her And the power of your love.
Her rhythm is shallow, irregular As she sheds tears of despair Fluttering like a caged bird, Longing to be free.
The gray hues look bleak The cries of sorrow, deafening. Rancid smell of greed is noxious, Bitter tastes of disappointments
Leave her choking.
She reaches out with hope
Only to be scorched
By the shackles of expectations.
Someday, my love,
You will have to let go. Someday, you will have to allow the flight. And the ashes that remain
May never reform into the Phoenix. But know that
Just as much as you loved her,
She loved you back more.
-mh (c) 2015