My Phoenix January Poem by Magdalena Biela

I was born in the light of night,
between denial, despair, delight,
upon my word, I nothing knew
of my new life and its own dew.

I felt my feathers' fire sweet
becoming ashes in a beat,
I heard my lament falling high,
a stricken beauty meant to die,

announcing life. So I've been told,
since birth I was too wise, too old.
I've never cried yet tears I shed,
my Mother's heart with hopes I fed,
I shared my light to make life clearer,
I was the candle and the mirror.

I soared to heights above all peers,
I left behind all petty fears,
I tried to be the glow that lights
not the glare that obscures and blinds.

Walking the Earth, all said and done,
I taught my eyes to watch and see,
I turned my all self to the Sun,
knowing that shadows fall behind me.

My tale began with snow and night,
with mother's tears and daughter's light.
My feathers feel a fire thirst
and into flames once more I'll burst.
My Phoenix winter unrehearsed.