A Phoenix at Six O'Clock

A Phoenix at Six O'Clock

　
I walk with the gratitude of a junkie,
an addict who has journeyed
through the night and fog
to reach for the slippery wheel
of mystical visions of a brighter dawn.
I am a snowbird who has flown above
the loneliness of angry fixes
to reclaim his lost shares of Paradise.

I am the sum total of what I have done.
I am a piece of all that I have met
and they a part of me;
and for that
I must be grateful.
I celebrate myself because I am beautiful;
in my distilled form
I have a love for myself
that is filled with joy and forgiveness,
allowing me to sleepwalk on fleecy clouds
with invincible confidence.
I am a patiently sculpted statue
as magnificent as any Rodin.
I am a flawless blue diamond,
a perfect butterfly,
a Sumatran tiger purring with contentment.
I possess the gift of life
and I am wondrous because of it.
I have traveled many miles of bad road
with my destination still unclear,
yet I welcome the trudging step by step
to the horizon approaching
for ashes are my armor and my strength reborn.