Phoenix

Once upon a time

there was a little boy 

he lived in moderate joy

uncovered bits of paradigm

state of living was a mystery

was reluctant to make history

barrage of why's and how's on his lips

yet his sun nothing could eclipse.

Totally attuned to goodwill

tiniest things never failed to fulfill

typical of him to be discreet

fastened his seat-belt for the ride

watched life go by from the backseat

time to a destination he would bide.

One day darkness came knocking 

classmates yelled out he was strange

words like bullets, he in rifle range

the prince couldn't become a king.

Was told his existence was a shame

asked his parents if he was alright

responded he was perfect and held him tight

squeezed out of him all of the blame

temporarily rescued a smile

helped him ride out the storm

so he became accustomed to his form

with positivity he repressed notions vile.

Bullies were jealous because

good deeds bring certain applause

good character is crucial

good qualities markers fiducial

and during every mayhem

shouted if he was weird to them

to him then so were they

putting an end to each fray.

Later on he thought others stared

anxiety filled him and felt impaired

he was beaten into a creature who repels

him being shorter than everyone else

for he wasn't aware puberty would hit back

he grew tall and finally they came face to face

suddenly more beautiful to seek payback

sunshine returned to light up his days.

Even so thorns in his side used to say

a sideswipe to present themselves ideal

to smear on his picture perfect hues of grey

and when anger took the wheel 

others or himself he wished to kill.

Cursed at the powers behind the scheme

forgot he was bestowed with a gift upon him

ability to see the beauty beneath the skin

despite negativity to be content from within 

since we only get judged by things we do

with that in mind he promised to remain true

never again a breakdown only breakthrough.

Conclusion that he finally has come to

virtues are cultivated by a few

story gets old yet always starts anew

everybody badmouth somebody

ignoring how it affects one's mind and body.

Indeed violence won't be forgotten

when the victim is lying downtrodden

every ounce of goodness squashed by hatred

by vilification's venom self-esteem jaded.

Never had he thought many difficult years after

today he would look back in laughter

nevertheless still malice stings like a bee

but now that he is wiser to a lesser degree.

For with absolute certainty

envy is energy feeding the dark circuitry

enemies tried to hurt his feelings

in order to spiral down an endless helix

believing he wouldn't bounce back strong

burn him down though he proved them wrong

from his ashes forever he rises like a phoenix.