by Jose R. Rodriguez
You are like the phoenix
destroyed by its own light
and when ashes are all that remain
you will rise again.
You are boundless energy.
You are love made flesh.
You are light crystalized in human form.
You may not be perfection. Yet.
You are perfect potential – vast and undiscovered.
You are not alone.
You are loved.
Let the heaviness of this moment go at your own pace.
Let the cool breeze of your tears clear away the ashes of the past.
Let one feather remain (momentarily) as a reminder of the pain.
Let that feather be the pen
which pens the tale
that time will not erase.