A poem I created based off of the nickname I've been given. |
I take a breath and I'm alive I feel my blood rush to my brain Starting my thoughts, sluggish, sluggish. I stretch my arms to the sky, Feeling the sun warm my hands, and My body creaks, cracks, pops. I smile, feeling my muscles bunch As I spread my wings, pushing My body into the air, higher, higher. The wind rushes past me as I Whoop in joy, startling birds Into the air, falcons, eagles, and hawks. They circle me, taking note Of my unusual body, their Eyes cautious, curious, curious. Diving, I scatter them, Their spiraling flight not Comparable, a shadow, a mockery. My fiery path illuminates The glorious sky, an expression of Hope, my soul burning, heating. The wind shifts, my flight Pauses, and I see the dark Clouds approaching, menacing, hurtful. The Birds sink for their homes, Unwilling to be caught Inside the squall, afraid, afraid. I soar forward, my Wings blazing against the Darkening sky, a beacon, defiant. Lightning flashes menacingly and Thunder crashed angrily as the Deluge began, pounding, destructive. Pain racked my body as the Rain impacted my fiery aura, Threatening to crush, douse, destroy. I flare brightly, pushing back Water with brilliant fire, unwilling To be broken, courageous, strong. A bolt of electricity strikes me Unawares, halting my stubborn Protest, overwhelming, life-ending. My body crumples, unable to Flap one beat of my now-blackened wings As I fall, defeated, life-less. Faster, faster, faster my Corpse plummets to the Ground, fire extinguished, done. The storm passes overhead. The day, my life, is finished. The sun rises, and from my ashes, I take a breath and I'm alive. |