I'm not afraid of fire,
And I never will be,
How could I be scared
Of the thing that built me,
That keeps building me?
Phoenixes burn before they rise from ashes,
Brand new dolls with no gashes,
It's the symbol of rebirth for a reason,
Heal, heal, heal, accept the treasons,
Accept it all,
Let it flow,
In water or flames,
You get to choose.
You're a miracle,
You're an oath,
And your light could shine the darkness of a thousand galaxies through your bones.
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Phoenix
PoetryIn the world of poetry, words spin your head like pottery and sings you a melody, from deep and tarnished poems to resilience blooming roots, this collection of poems unfolds a jar of crowded emotions, as the main topic is resilience, the way to it...
