Phoenix Rising
Sometimes I remember good times
Others, just the bad,
Yet in all of these, I shoot the stars
For the experiences I have had.
The broken heart with gushing tears
The first-born's soft finger touch,
Of course, the empty nest syndrome,
How I have run and raced through much!
But Oh! the sinking of the dying ship
In the gloom when left alone,
Gave rise to the fire deep inside
And i sing again, with different tone.
Yes! I go on, with stronger light
Where grit stands firm in its glow,
For everything now makes perfect sense
I sing again, this, the girl i know.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2021
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