The Phoenix
On one cold, dark, rainy night, I was rummaging through the garbage heap that was my life. I searched rigorously through my soggy memory for something, one thing, anything, that was meaningful. Although my life had been bitter, cold and grey, I did find something beautiful and stunningly gorgeous amongst the mess. It was small and soft and perfect in every way. I held tightly in the palm of my hand, and wept and laughed at the travesty and tragedy that was my life. I clutched it tightly in my grasp until my will weakened and my fingers gave way. I threw my fist towards the sky and spread my palm, displaying my priceless nonpareil to all the heavens to admire. Then, there in the moonlight, I watched in awe as you spread your exquisitely angelic wings and flew into the abyss. I ached with regret and loss as the only immaculate entity I had ever had the delectation of laying eyes on disappear into the caliginosity of the night.
Looking back down at the rotting, rancid piles of my life's debris surrounding me, I desperately began to search, scour and seek, looking for something, one thing, anything that could give me just the slightest hint of elation that I felt when I discovered you.
Darkness gave way to dawn, dawn turned to noon, and the mid-summer sun beat fiercely upon my back. My muscles ached and screamed with fatigue and pain. Yet, my forage was relentless and my pursuit never-ending. For days and days, weeks and weeks, I searched, but uncovered nothing more than innumerable filth, wreckage and disarray. Finally, weary beyond repair or recrudescence and knowing I could no longer go on, I laid down amongst the detritus and waited for death's cold hand to lift me and relieve me from this misery. How could I go on knowing I had let the one pulchritudinous angelic creature disappear from my life? I suppose the answer is simple; I knew you had to fly. Your bright light had illuminated this otherwise dreary cesspool that was my existence and made it a better place, but deep down in my heart, I knew you were needed elsewhere to share your gift and emanate the rest of the world. Melancholy and alone, I laid incapacitated, wheezing my last dying breath and bidding ado to the dismal wasteland that was my life. As I closed my eyes, I felt a soft and sudden breeze of air lightly brush against my cheek. I heard you whisper softly in my ear "It is now you're turn to fly."
As I lifted my body from the filth and shattered disarray engulfing me, a realization crept into my head like a ghost from the shadows: You had not left me. You had simply gone and sought another pair of wings so that I might abscond this perilless existence with you.
Reunited at last, we rose up together as one, like the Phoenix from the ashes, and took flight. Hand in hand, two angels ascended into the heavens.
By Jason Sanderson
(For Ally)
Looking back down at the rotting, rancid piles of my life's debris surrounding me, I desperately began to search, scour and seek, looking for something, one thing, anything that could give me just the slightest hint of elation that I felt when I discovered you.
Darkness gave way to dawn, dawn turned to noon, and the mid-summer sun beat fiercely upon my back. My muscles ached and screamed with fatigue and pain. Yet, my forage was relentless and my pursuit never-ending. For days and days, weeks and weeks, I searched, but uncovered nothing more than innumerable filth, wreckage and disarray. Finally, weary beyond repair or recrudescence and knowing I could no longer go on, I laid down amongst the detritus and waited for death's cold hand to lift me and relieve me from this misery. How could I go on knowing I had let the one pulchritudinous angelic creature disappear from my life? I suppose the answer is simple; I knew you had to fly. Your bright light had illuminated this otherwise dreary cesspool that was my existence and made it a better place, but deep down in my heart, I knew you were needed elsewhere to share your gift and emanate the rest of the world. Melancholy and alone, I laid incapacitated, wheezing my last dying breath and bidding ado to the dismal wasteland that was my life. As I closed my eyes, I felt a soft and sudden breeze of air lightly brush against my cheek. I heard you whisper softly in my ear "It is now you're turn to fly."
As I lifted my body from the filth and shattered disarray engulfing me, a realization crept into my head like a ghost from the shadows: You had not left me. You had simply gone and sought another pair of wings so that I might abscond this perilless existence with you.
Reunited at last, we rose up together as one, like the Phoenix from the ashes, and took flight. Hand in hand, two angels ascended into the heavens.
By Jason Sanderson
(For Ally)