Phoenix Within

I feel,
right now,

That whatever
Is inside me

Wants out.

I feel like
A giant crocodile

Confined within
A wet paper bag,

Too large
For its walls,

Too powerful
For its confines.

I feel as though
I could burst,

Tear through
This fat-filled prison,

And explode
Into the sky,

Burning
Like a phoenix,

Rising beyond
My own limitations,

Becoming invisible,

Dissolving
Into the stars.

There is something
Inside me

That wants out.

I don’t know
What it is,

Only that

I can feel it
Pushing.

And pushing.

And pushing.