Out of the Ashes of Bullying: Phoenix Rising

The light in their eyes was distorted
so they thought your colours were too bright
Their ears were attuned to discordance
so your song unhinged their nerves
Their taste buds were heavily coated with saccharine
so your spiciness was violently spat out
Their skin bore the callouses of fruitless tasks
so they resented how sensitive you could be
And their spirits were imprisoned in cubicles
so they loathed the sky you could see

They had to quell their displeasure
never thinking the problem was them
They had to remove their annoyance
and so the Reconstruction Project began

First they attacked your unmatchable radiance
insisted you were all out-of-sorts
They draped you in the drabbest of colours
with many layers to mask all your worth

Next they targeted your music
especially your signature laugh
They proclaimed that your words were all wasteful
and told others not to give you a chance

They starved you of human affection
and fed you a cocktail of lies
They spewed forth all the sludge that was in them
and used it to muffle your cries

Like a bird overwhelmed in an oil spill
you floundered over which way to turn
The ooze stole the air from each pore of your flesh
while the weight of it crushed all your bones
You thought that the toxins were part of you
lost all sense of who you once were
You felt your soul dying inside of you
as your reference points slid into a blur

You don’t know how long that you lay there
in the space between existence and death
You only knew you were different
in that place of unattainable rest

The Divine who never had left you
placed his spark in the core of your heart
He asked you to merge yourself with it
and it became the only light in your dark

The glow of that light began increasing
and slowly an awareness emerged
You saw everything they had done to you
and the treasures they had squandered away
You perceived the cage wrapped tight all around you
and felt repulsed by the stench of decay

The wildness in you revolted
it thrashed and it bit and it lurched
It kicked and it screamed and it struggled
and it fed from that spark that now blazed
Your upheaval ignited the poison
which exploded in the heat of your rage

The eruption propelled you high upward
while you shrieked in the victory of birth
The toxins became the fuel you would burn
on your journey to all you could be
You drew clearest air deep inside of your lungs
felt your lifeblood infusing each cell
Your colours were sharper than ever
as you soared forth from your personal hell

The sky opened up all around you
and possibilities danced in your eyes
Your instincts were heightened like never before
making you primal, creative, and bold
You could never go back to the abuse they had hurled
or submit to the shape of their mold

Your heart was expanding within you
and your compassion enabled you to see
There were others who were victims like you were
and you felt stirred to help them fly free

Glorious as you are and shining
there are scars that will always remain
All the words and the actions that pierced you
are now marked as passages to your inner domain

Those bullies could never perceive you
and they cannot see you even now
There is nothing you could do that would please them
as they are earthbound, restricted, and small
You do not have to keep your gaze fixated on them
and you no longer have to be where they are
So hold your head high and look upwards
for your destiny lies with the stars


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. anxiouselephant
    Aug 27, 2012 @ 18:57:53

    Great poem 🙂


  2. perceptionoverjudgment
    Aug 27, 2012 @ 20:04:51

    Thank-you, anxiouselephant! By-the-way, I think elephants are so beautiful! 🙂


  3. miche123
    Sep 05, 2012 @ 11:31:46

    I love the imagery and the content of this poem. As a person sensitive to chemicals, it resonated deeply within. Also, I have a pet cockatiel named Phoenix, as a baby bird (hand reared), my daughter accidentally let him out of his cage. He flew around for a while, while we called out as he circled in the sky above us; I was in tears, we’d lost our baby bird! And just like a miracle, he flew down and landed on top of my daughter’s head. He came back to us, and that was truly special–just like your poem! Thank you for posting.


    • perceptionoverjudgment
      Sep 05, 2012 @ 20:29:42

      Thank-you, miche123! I love the name Phoenix for a bird. When I was growing up, my youngest sister had a cockatiel named Norton (“he” was actually a “she”). I still miss Norton very much. He had a crazy sense of humour.
      I am very, very glad that Phoenix came back to you.
      For this poem to “resonate deeply within”, indicates that you have known great pain in your life (with mcs being part of it). I am sorry for what you have been through. I am hoping that, like in the poem, you are able to use the trauma in your life as fuel for becoming the best of who you can be, with great wildness and freedom in your expressions.


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