The Poet

I will recreate,
Destroy and coagulate.
Words that were meant for hate
Are now the fuel that inspirates,
And the wind that feeds the flames.
I'll turn these words that are plain
Into words that fascinate.

This is my art, my alchemy.
These are the phoenix flames
of who I’m meant to be
I control my destiny,
Where I will find harmony,
Balanced in between
All thought and creativity.