I waited patiently then, while the
monster beat me, bruised me
killed my spirit over and
over and over again
but it kept rising, like the Phoenix
'til one day it flew so far away
that it could never come back
even though sometimes
the spirit bled
anguished purple passioned
blood
longing for a home
that never was
and 20 years later,
I wait before it gets cold
before I get old
patiently
