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I tried to write a poem,

About a phoenix but,

I didn’t know how to get past,

The part where he burns.

I write more poems,

About healing that I am familiar with.

I wish I had more poems,

About healing,

That I learned from experience.

This is me,

Trying to write a poem brighter than,

The mouth it came from.

This is me,

Swallowing my self destruction,

To make words that make sense,

And make life.

I tried to write a poem about a phoenix,

I got to the part about the ashes,

And did not write the end.