The last of my fire flickers and dies,
A life fading in ashes before my dark eyes.
It is here that the phoenix is destined to rise,
A new heart and new hope that will take to the skies.
I am the phoenix, at the end of my days,
And I am the phoenix who will find a new way,
But who I am now must burn here, before,
I must sacrifice comfort if I am to be more.
The destruction of safety, an offering of fears,
I count every tear shed over every long year.
An end and beginning, I must lose to be found,
And hope a spark of me will again rise renewed from the ground.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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Wonderful work. Fave lines are: And I am the phoenix who will find a new way, But who I am now must burn here, before, I must sacrifice comfort if I am to be more Good luck in Challenge.