I rise from the ashes like a drunk phoenix:
Unsteady feet and a chest full of fire.
Ash falls from feathered appendages.
I blink at this newborn world in wonder.
Sea haar burnt off by cleansing sun.
The cold fog lifts from my thoughts.
A path meanders lazily along the clifftop,
Carrying me unsteadily into a new life.
Love, the ever-burning power,
Pulsates against my breastbone.
Force of life stokes the fire
I shake off the ash and stagger forward.
Poetry by Nathalie 