Chasidy Rae Sisk Poetry

Spinning, twirling

faster, out of control;

Overwhelming – a struggle

Lost, hopeless, gone – myself.


Breathless, airless; consuming

and catching fire – a spark,

a flame, up in smoke.

All this time, gone – us.


Burning, engulfing

Evaporated into nothing,

emptiness – a change,

Rising, regenerating

out of the flames –


I am a Phoenix.

I will rise above,

I will fly high

            out of the flames of my past.

Chasidy Rae Sisk – June 2014

Comments Off on Phoenix