I Think My Muse Is Telling Me Something..

As I hold
this
"Handle With Care"
label
fragile more like
"the phoenix rises"
clawing my way back
I cry this
ink
my free therapy
"so when the time
is right
come to me"
oh yea
we meet again
really it was like
we had never parted
"We are lost 'till
we are found"
I emerge
like a butterfly
from a cocoon
of despair
"Spreading My Wings"
ready
about to take flight