
Transformation’s flame,
A spirit, without a name.
phoenix, weary, yet ever strong,
Reinventing self, where it belongs.
friendships created, bonds embraced,
and whispers of uncertainty, often traced.
Each time hope sparked a new endeavor,
believing connections would last forever.
The truth remained concealed,
Autistic colors, too late, revealed.
Masking and forcing, to fit the mold,
Unbeknownst, waiting, for wings to unfold.
weary phoenix, burdened by the past,
On a journey of self-discovery, at last.
No need for rebirth in fire’s fierce embrace,
within our essence, resides a sacred space.
Now is the time for rest with wings unfurled,
Discovering ourselves, unmasked to the world.
No need for a flight from ashes’ painful sting,
For within us, the beauty of authenticity sings.
Embrace the colors that make us unique,
Embrace the moments and the joys we seek.
Let go of the pressure, to be the best,
Our tired inner phoenix can now find rest.

Leave a comment