i was mocked, ridiculed, teased and scorned
i was deprived, cheated, fooled, and tricked
i was crucified, tortured, hanged and ill-fated
strength ignited the flames within my
i was slaughtered, murdered, and eradicated.
i had carried my cross, alone in my calvary
i had borne the earth on my shoulders with misery
i was christ, with bleeding wounds and an agonizing injury
i was atlas, the man who held an excruciating responsibility.
hope covered me with her temperate blanket
as i walked the burning sand of unfathomable deserts
as i raced with the waves of the enigmatic oceans
and i climb the gravelly skins of inscrutable mountains.
endurance held me within her vulnerable arms
as lightning struck and traveled within my veins
as whirlpools sucked and drowned my senses
and pythons wrestled on my body’s remains
strength ignited the flames within my innermost desires
as i tossed the boulders to the realm of darkness
as i blew the wind with the unruly wretchedness
and emerged from the mounds of suppressing helpless.
but then you came and sheltered me from all the pain
rebuilt my shattered and trampled walls again
painted luminous shades in my window’s curtains
lighted my paths and droves away my burdens
i transpired from the ashes, of black, of scorch
i emerged from the flames, of red, of anger
i am the phoenix, in the vein of a blazing torch
with readiness to explode, to revenge with thunder.