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phoenix

her hands told stories words couldn't
she winced everytime i held them
only god knows
the amount of pain
she held in her two hands

i asked her to share it with me
i could help her
maybe lighten the load
that she had been carrying for years

she refused
you won't be able to carry it
the weight of the sky
it is too heavy for you

and after years of knowing her
i decided that she was a phoenix

i saw her trip
i saw her fall
i saw her burn
i saw her crash

but everytime,
she rose even more
beautiful than before
she rose with the colours of fire
sparkle through her entire body

she rose with colours of red
she rose with colours of orange
she rose with colours of blue
she rose with colours of green

everytime she rose with fire

but once
the weight of the sky got too much
and like a phoenix
she was reduced to ashes once again
and this time
she didn't rise

- the sky came crashing on her, there were thunder storms, lighting struck, floods occured. it was far too much for her to handle.

i hope she is finally at rest now
i am holding the sky for her
and it is as heavy as
i thought it was.

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