The Phoenix Rises

He’s not going to be a casualty 

 He rises like the phoenix

Your weaknesses only serve to make him strong

 Look at your face in the mirror,

see the violation, and now picture your son’s heart

See contravene there too

 He went for a hug, to know he’s loved;

you shoved a dagger in his chest

 His blood slowly evaporates

 Now what of his tears,

rain falling from heaven,

thunder is his displeasure;

lightening displays his power

 Your son is speaking to you

from a place he’d never gone

 You didn’t see the good in him,

you held onto his transgressions

 The value you placed on him

could have been placed on anyone

 He’s your progeny; this is how you see him?

Where’s devotion? If only you would of said,

I love you my son, now it’s to late and

 your hands are stained with his blood

 You can’t wash it away, hide it,

 and bury it like a dog’s bone

 Haunting visions float before your eyes

 You dream when you’re awake

Your nightmares don’t equate atonement,

 reviling; censuring torrent pain

 twisted in his heart

  The grave gives back what you took away

 He rises; reawakening,

death can’t demarcate him from

the man he is born to become

Your weakness only serves to make him strong,

 like the phoenix he has risen