The Upgrade
As I sit here on the lot
I realize no one notices me
My color has oxidized
My body has wrinkles
And dents
My lights have lost their sparkle
My bumper is sagging.
I show age
But not knowledge or wisdom.
No one sees or cares
What I have seen
Where I have been
They only see the
Wrinkled body
The dents
The greying from oxidation.
They want something newer
With color
A perfect body
And lights
That sparkle blue in the night
And no mileage.
They only want an upgrade
I WILL RISE
JUST AS THE PHOENIX ROSE
FROM THE ASHES
THAT MY DEMONS
CREATED WHILE TRYING TO BURN MY SOUL.
THEY WILL NOT SCORCH
ALL THAT I AM
NOR WHAT I BECOME
IN THIS HELLISH WORLD
OF HATRED AND ANGER.
I WILL SURVIVE
Up high in the trees, there is a house
But why so far up in the sky?
Is it so the owners can look down on us?
Maybe use an eagle eye to see?
Are they afraid of what will happen?
Will they fall prey to what lies below?
It can’t be seen well, that house in the trees
Only by the habitants, the secret is revealed.
The bird leaves the nest for a short while
To scope out the landscape that lays below
To restock life’s necessities and to prepare
For what will happen on the ground beneath.
The bird flies higher and higher
With its nose so raised up
To breathe in a deep breath
And to face society, not always at it’s best.
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