A Phoenix Rises

In the ashes of what's been,

A spark remains, a flame unseen,

A woman stirs, awakens slow,

From the slumber of a love

that's gone, you know.

She gathers pieces of her soul,

Like shards of glass, sharp, whole,

Reflecting fragments of her past,

A mosaic of memories that won't lost.

She searches for the girl she used to be,

The one who danced wild and free,

The one who laughed without a care,

The one who loved without despair.

She finds her in the quiet hours,

In moonlit nights, in secret flowers,

In whispers truths, in hidden streams,

In the soft whispers of her dreams.

With every step, she finds her way,

Through the darkness, into a new day,

She learns to love the skin she's in,

To cherish every curve, every line.

Her heart, once broken, now mends,

As she weaves a new narrative, amends,

She finds her voice, her words her tone,

A symphony that's uniquely her own.

The phoenix rises, spreads her wings,

She soars on winds of newfound might,

A radiant being shining bright.

This poem explores the theme of,

self-discovery and rebirth, as a woman

navigates the journey of rediscovering,

herself after heartbreak or loss.