Phoenix Rising

The red mist is a swirling storm

Piercing and stinging like a thousand thorns

Sometimes it erupts and I’m not aware

Just how wild it’s raging from all parts there

Every spiritual notion is mocked and jeered

Rational reasoning is hated and feared

And me well I get tired of the ongoing fight

Of trying to persuade them they are the light

So once more another mountain to climb

With each weary step I remind myself I Am Divine

Phoenix