Rise Of The Phoenix

To rise like a phoenix, I must die like a phoenix,
ready to embark on this new journey toward a changed life,
reminding myself from whence I came:
I came from myself, utterly changed
yet quite forgotten as the ashes of the old paved way for the new,
but I'm still me.

The phoenix extinguishes itself via fire,
when its wisdom has been learned,
and then, exposed -
needing a renewal beyond its plain existence,
as if judged too harshly of this cyclical affair of life -
to which the world alone holds the fate.

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.