the
first time she died
she was fifteen
in the halls of high school
then
at twenty-four
her first taste of true
heartbreak
once
again at thirty-five
another sad love ending
but
each time she rose
like a phoenix from ashes
to soar again
she was fifteen
in the halls of high school
her first taste of true
heartbreak
another sad love ending
like a phoenix from ashes
to soar again
- Written for dVerse Quadrille night: ashes to ashes
Heartbreak does feel like worse than dying... </3 And being 15 is hard.
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteCheers to her!! May she soar to the sky!
ReplyDeleteWonderful how you illustrate those moments that shape us and how we are able to go on from them, transformed.
ReplyDeleteThat's a fantastic opening line - it does feel like that at 15 - and then the ending is so soaring. Lovely, uplifting write.
ReplyDeleteThat's really rough, Arcadia... I hope she doesn't have to go through this again at age 44/45!
ReplyDelete-David [ben Alexander]
I suppose heartbreak is a form of dying--a version of you dies. I'm glad she arose each time.
ReplyDeleteThe heart is a powerful phoenix, if we allow it to be. Well said.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaks are hard to come back from, but each time we come back stronger!
ReplyDeleteVulnerable yet victorious!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful verses, she is a survivor through and through! 💞
ReplyDeleteIt does rise over and over again... mostly.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for reading and commenting 🙂
ReplyDeleteWe do have the power to rise again and again from the ashes like a phoenix 💝💝 Beautiful poem.
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