the phoenix
she suffered for everyone,
years alone,
time and time again.
making those around her happy,
even when it caused her pain.
catching herself on fire
for the ones she loved dearest.
she burned away,
falling to ash,
sulking in the smoke alone.
but from those ashes,
she rose,
lighting a magnificent fire around her,
burning brighter,
braver, stronger,
and more beautiful
than ever before.
— hrg
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