The Phoenix Has Wings

    

Through the darkest valleys the phoenix treads,

Her thoughts are filled with fearful dread.

A shadow looming in the night,

The bird begins it's path of flight.

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A heart that's been both twisted and torn.

The night begins her time to mourn.

Even as she spreads her wings,

A tear filled song her soul doth sing.

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What once was dark, will soon be light,

As she dredges through with all her might.

Fighting demons deep inside

She learns to spread her wings out wide.

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Such fragile flesh, a pretty face.

She ascends that fall from grace.

From the ashes of despair, and cold.

Her life renewed.  No longer old.

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Searing comets fill the air

Their plunder leaves the scars she bares.

Still in her heart a fire burns.

Another lesson she must learn.

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Soaring off, to paths unknown,

Ever stretching.  Her wings have grown.

Beating hard against the sky

Fire burning in her eyes.

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Her songs tone changes, as she gains strength,

Increases with her body's length.

Hope appears within her eyes.

No longer thoughts of past demise.

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Then peeks through the lights of dawn.

Her struggle ends, she carries on.

The wind of peace now give her air.

Her heart held through it's next repair.

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Her shoulders rise, her spirit soars

With no more feeling painful soars.

She glides across a dawn born day.

Breathing love.  Her pain fades away.

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A joyous song burns in her fire.

She's reaching for her next desire.

Filled with passion, and glorious things,

Her flight's begun- the Phoenix has wings...

   ~ By Me

4 those who need it most

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I think all of us go through some times in our life when we feel this way.  Where everything in our world is at odds with everyone in it.  Where you feel like you've already been this far before, and yet here you are AGAIN trying to figure out the next step.  Your next strategic move on the board, the next card you should through down, and so forth...

Well, we can't always depend on the luck of the draw.  Sometimes the hand you're dealt isn't an easy one.  But the point is that we continue to play and take new chances in life.  Discarding the bad stuff and hoping something better comes within the next pull.

That's what makes us such wonderful creatures.  We keep trying, even if we falter.  We carry on and take those punches to our pride.

We all make mistakes.  We all have our battle scars and blemishes.  But it's in those individual 'weaknesses' we find ourselves and our own way.

Everyone of us has a phoenix inside.  A burning fire, a chance to renew oneself, and a willingness to survive.  Call it hope, call it spirit, call it anything you like; but it's in each of us and much like mistakes, it's only human.  It is human to err.  It is human to feel pain and cry.  But it is also human to forgive.  Forgive happenings, forgive others and hardest of all forgive yourself.  You see, no matter what life throws at you, no matter what you're up against, you can always find a way to keep fighting your own battles in this world.  Even if you're down for while, it's only temporary.  A new day will come, and with it new changes and possibilities.

I hope this poem and these words reach someone who needs them.  As with much of my writing- I do it for YOU!