Phoenix
Castigate me if you will
Deride, besmirch my name,
Yet like the burning Phoenix
I shall rise again.
You think you make me suffer
Yet your vitriol soon passes,
For like the dying Phoenix
I will rise from the ashes.
You think me defeated
Tattered, bruised and torn,
But I emerge from the flames
Undaunted, strong... reborn.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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