Rise

Cold, powdered crumbles of all that was before me,

the ashes lie on the hard, stony earth.

Everything I thought was to be, ceases to exist. 

Damaged. Broken. 

The remains of my life, scorched beyond recognition. 

Yet, a small ember remains lit.

It clutches to the remaining oxygen for dear life,

On the verge of death, 

Hoping.. Pleading for a change..  

A gentle breeze blows through whispering softly

"Rise"

In an instant, more embers catch and glow.

A chance.

The wind once again beckoning, calm and sure,

"Rise"

A flame erupts from what once was dead,

dancing gracefully in the ever growing current of strength.

Once again, it demands the same

"Rise"

And up from the single flame, a Phoenix explodes.

Beautiful, magnificent

Striking fear and awe in the hearts of all who see her.

She is me.

And I rose from the ashes.