Pheonix Crouching… (Part 1)
I smell the earth
through my pores
open from sweatin’
…fermented impurities
I feel the ocean
churning around and within
keepin’ us constantly connected…
While seemingly separating us
This burning
so discomforting
yet so comforting,
…ultimately
breaking me down
to the point of being
one with the dust
…settled
There is only the wind…
there is only the sky
Phoenix Crouching…
As pain, time, and growth pass us by
Preparing us
For flight
…To be continued,
~DaraMonifah Cooper
