RISE LIKE THE PHOENIX
What’s in the rhythm
that stirs an aching
Soul? Will her
heart’s bruise finally
appeased at the
scent of every fabric
that blends with the air—
The daunting silhouettes
treading the runway…
Their painted lips—
bespeak much of her
silence,
those shimmering lights
may defy her
fears but
she will rise—
like the Phoenix
from the ash heap.
Her wings kept
ablaze by her
God. With a smile,
soaring into the skies
of freedom and utmost love.
By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2026
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