JOAN OF ART

I've never done well with mournings
and your crockodile tears
are wasted on me, dear.
Never try to draw sympathy
from a phoenix
she will not understand.
And you cannot go with her.
You're old enough
to go you own way
to suffer your deaths
without reprieve
to bask in your own
quiet miseries
so stop offering up your burdens
to the blameless
and face your terrible gifts.
It's time to feel forsaken
be prepared
to be airborn
and forlorn.
No one said it would be easy
so don't presume
to live your life that way!
You'll be thrown to wolves
like so much ash
over troubled waters
and only then
shall you be set free.