The Rise of a Blood Stained Phoenix

I plummet to the earth, Like a meteor. With head still pointed, Towards the heavens that shine in the sky. Body and soul raved by the fall. And Yet I still rise out of the rubble, Like a phoenix with bloodstained wings. I look towards the heavens in the sky once more, Then I fly higher and higher with, More determination than ever. For if heavens won’t come to me, Then I will simply soar towards them.