Akin to a Phoenix

In desperation I disappear beneath the smoldered remains of my memories. My hands turning black as I claw my way through the charred corpse of what used to be a living maple tree (later cut down to create a cradle for an infant that never came). Searching for an object that had lived within the folds; something precious, something priceless, something irreplaceable. I felt before I began that my search would bear no fruit, but I choose to punish myself again. to see my destruction so close. I want to be obliterated by the monster I created; to let my creation destroy its creator. I want to feel myself burn from the core and feel my own pain in a tangible way, and escape within the scene before me.

On the edge of my reason, I saw what I thought I was searching for. I saw it for a moment but in that moment I doubted my burning eyes. And in that same moment it was destroyed.

And in that same moment it was re-born... alive in the ashes.

I am not sure what that all means. It just came to me today while I was in my classes. I hope it was enjoyable to read. I hope to use it somewhere in a story in the future.

That's my post for today!

-PenningJade