Phoenix
By: Joseph Giordano

I saw light in the darkest of places,
I found beauty in the dullest of faces.
Am I forever naïve,
Or do I just believe?
 
The flame engulfs all that I know.
Although my face is bland,
For little do I show.
 
The flame sheds light on a plethora of life,
And pierces my mind with an innovative knife.
 
The world embodies impurities,
And preys upon insecurities.
 
The selfish demands of the unsated,
And the dismal ignorance of the unrelated.
 
A single house,
No one remembers.
A phoenix rises,
Up from the embers.
 
The world itself is no untarnished pearl,
Embodying the ignorance of a little girl.