My identity
What happens
When she suddenly is free?
A caged bird into a black swan
Of theories enigmatic
A chronos, yet of the times
A contradictory fit
Oxy, oxymoron
Dissonant harmonies
Am I cool enough?
The lunch table dilemma
An Atlanta renaissance
Phoenix unbound
From ashes she rises
Can you hear the sound?
It murmurs, it bubbles
Resplendent like the dawn
Act I has been written
The pen is in your hand
The next Act is for the taking
The first taught you to stand
A simple turn of phrase
Is what your story holds
Do not fear tomorrow
Face it and be bold
Write, and write with daring
And if you ever fall
Within the distance lie the lessons
To your success
You will stand tall
So place one foot before the other
A staircase with a single step
And blaze a trail
Tell your tale
And vary your sentence structures.
Make your journey epic
Flight that is unbound
Aerial, but not the font
Now listen to the sound
As it murmurs, as it bubbles
Resplendent like the dawn
A cool that’s redefined
From the phoenix, from the swan