To Rise Like a Phoenix
A poem on rising from the death of your prior self
To rise like a phoenix, I must die like a phoenix,
re-born anew from the remnants of the old,
missed yet forgotten as the ashes mold into new flames —
giving the ultimate breath of life
into this new essence, new being, new form,
but I’m still me.
The memories from the deceased phoenix
still linger in the air,
sprouting wings of energy
as the new bird musters its first flight,
toward brighter days and happier futures,
feeling nostalgia yet no remorse from the sorrowed death of its prior life.
The colors of the brilliant fire
stick to the new bird as it grows with age,
glowing vibrantly all the while,
as if the embers are still ruminating within its newness;
perhaps they are,
which is what ultimately gave this bird, life.
The phoenix extinguishes itself via fire,
when its wisdom has been learned,
and then, exposed —
needing a renewal beyond its plain existence,
as if…
