Gedicht – Phoenix


as sharp

as a knife

An iron claw

gripping and clipping

the heart

on a misty morning

in autumn


Cool lovers

giving cold comfort

and abuse

No warm embrace

left for me



run down my spine

my heart aches

but rather than break

I try and surrender

to the pain

that seems to last

an eternity

Release the energy

of violence and victimhood

to embrace myself

at last

in the dawn

of a brand new day


at last

for the child within


The phoenix rises

and spreads its wings