Leslie Horsley

The Phoenix

She stood there amongst the rubble, reminiscing on all that she had lost. Yet somewhere deep in her soul, she knew she was finally free. All she could see were the ashes she left behind. She was the phoenix, and she had finally embraced her truth. She rose from the devastation all around her with such confidence and ease while wearing her war paint as a reminder to herself. She wore her scars as a badge of honor because she knew despite all the darkness, the light that she had found during her battles was the same light that helped her escape. It was the same fire that this cruel world tried so hard to extinguish. Not many can fall like that and still find the courage to rise victoriously, and with such grace, nonetheless. And here she was. She was a mother, a lover, a pure soul with love to share, but she was also a warrior. She was a protector of light. She thought back to her family, her children... and she smiled because she knew that she had to be born into darkness in order to fully shine. She was sent here to break generational curses and that is exactly what she did. She was not perfect in any way, but she was beautiful, and she was more than enough. There is something about the phoenix that cannot fully be explained, but it sure is powerful to witness.