Pain is the first thing that surfaces as you wake.
From the ashes rises the Phoenix, from the sea rises Aphrodite.
Seafoam curdles near my toes. Frothing back and forth.
You can drink from the cup but you'll leave thirstier.
Oil pours over my head and into my eyes. Finally,
I can see clearly. Peace floods the atmosphere.
The ocean comes to a stillness only the divine could conjure.
Power. Control. We all crave it but only the worthy can achieve it.
Nonetheless it all comes to an end some day.
ready or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem