Phoenix

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Growth in life likened to the mythical Phoenix.

In dying in its smoldering descension, from it's ashes anew, it's re-risen.

As symbolism of self reinvention,

It is death of the past-self and birth of better rendition.

To remain the same is no one's true ambition,

So change is ultimately the fruition of one's labourious life mission.

With each new experience, we learn with every decision.

Since no one is born inherently adept,

From our errors, most our heartache is felt and our scars are dealt.

So like the firebird in lore, we fall and hopefully rise once more,

Wiser than before, though some succumb to life's foul biddings,

Endings are only new beginnings.

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