The future is waiting

You sit alone and talk
of nothing but the past
Is there anything that
will urge you to think
of things to come
or is your life
already at an end?
Defeated and distorted
your sole source of hope
your only child
She is not who you are
or should ever be.

Be the person you had hoped
when in youthful years.
He lies there dormant
deep inside you
waiting to be woken
shaken into existence
a phoenix rebirth
a soul stirred into life
to blossom again
to rise out the flame
and soar into the sky.

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