What’s in a name?
Some days I go so fast, I feel myself swell with pressure and fever consumes me
until I reach the boundaries of my elasticity and I explode.
I burn out.
I feel my being disperse into ash.
I did it again. I overdid.
I overwhelmed, I overstayed
my tentative welcome in the place of company
knowing full well most people can’t accommodate me
Hell, even I can’t
My soul is too big for its earthly courier
so it rebels and prods and prompts overzealous reactions to earthly stimuli
the momentum never failing to rip the coverage at its seams
and then I am ash
Waiting to be born again.
To put myself back together
To have myself come together
Each time as draining as the last, sometimes more
But then I rise again like a Phoenix
And above it all I soar.
Better now, stronger now.
“what does your name mean? What’s its origin?” “Je ne sais pas”
Nastassian: Rebirth/resurrection; one who will rise again; Breaker of chains
Origin: Russian or Greek with Latin influence as well
Fun facts: it also means birthday or born on Christmas day. I wasn’t but I was pretty close. I’m sure my parents didn’t know this though.
A security guard told me that my nickname could be phoenix when I told him the meaning and thus, a poem was born.
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