The Phoenix
Ashes blow to , from , near , far stirring in the distance wild and free as I lay in defeat . Not in victory yet not given in to my defeat just still as I lay in my dismay trans . Trans by my laps in life flipped up side down from victory to failure in the blink of an eye . Shocked knocked stopped but not completely halted as I am free to move but frozen in mid time . Still the wind from which ashes blow around swirling picks up a notch . The heat begun to burn like wild fire transcending my frozen state eclipsing my minds failure . Then revelation is born out of defeat a new strength arises from within . Like the Phoenix soaring from the sun I was reborn not as I was but renewed with focus near impossible to shake . broken down from ashes of failure but rebuilt from the past .
Copyright © James Grant | Year Posted 2016
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