Perhaps it all comes crumbling down or apart
The walls holding up a painful past or mask
Perhaps something breaks and falls to pieces
Ruptures or surfaces, as old trauma releases
Perhaps you awaken to what inside is already broken
And the tears, rage, and pain yet spoken
Perhaps you feel the shame
That has been lingering for decades
Or your unconscious opens and erupts
Spilling forth fire from old wounds and cuts
Perhaps things fold
As it’s time to end the old
Every end has a new beginning
And can lead to a new birth and healing
What crumbles makes way for the new to rise
Trust… your phoenix will fly