Phoenix: Self-care

1

My city is burnt to the ground.
No way I am rising from ashes
any time soon.
It’s been half the moon
since I started feeling this way.
The air is too loud,
and the day
ahead brings nothing but splashes
of pain in my temples and blur in my eyes…

But wait! I’m a bird in disguise –
and I’m flying!
I’m flying
away.

2

My utmost consolation,
my dream,
my focal point,
my breathing pattern,
is that in the relatively foreseeable future,
for a month at least,
I shall stare straight before myself
directly into the ocean,
no movement,
no sound,
no thoughts,
and if I shall have to write
those will only be some random words
on the sand.


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