Phoenix

Shut me out
From my own voice
I’m Battered…
Have I lost choice?
Of all what has mattered..
I’m left hallow
Skeleton of wounds
Suffocating, lonely & shallow
Easily falling, silently shattered 
Collected by doubt
Yet still here
Breathing, 
Something in me needing to lash out
Tired of this circle
Turning wheel in same place
I must face
I am not to waste
I can, I am able to rejoice!