Lažni feniks

Budim se u pepelu svog stamenog Ja
i zbunjeno promatram:
Jesam li još uvek prah,
ili pak ptica,
prhnula sa svog žalosnog zgarišta?

Budim se u očima zavidnih ljudi,
prepoznajem strah na njihovim licima,
i pitam se:
Da li se ja to odista izdižem,
ili je moje mrtvilo oživotvorio moj neumrli inat?

Nevena Ristić


Published: 14.08.2012.
Classified as: Poezija
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