Tears have healing powers.

That’s what they whispered as the phoenix cried.

Turning its pain into their beauty, into their hope.

But what of the phoenix? Not all pain is art after all.

Sometimes it just hurts One day those healing tears might just drown out the flames. Flames that bring the ashes. Ashes that bring rebirth. Is it even a phoenix any longer? Now it is just a bird. A bird has no healing powers. A bird is not revered.

There is no healing, it only hurts

__ And it does so silently, until one tear was it’s last.