and I will rise,
I will rise
like the phoenix
to the skies
new year, new fate
old plans, old feelings
now out of date
like planted seeds, now
reaped and sown,
coming back into my own
pushing forth to new days,
new seeds planted,
growing by the Suns’ rays
from ashes, rising again,
a dirty, clean slate
yet untarnished by sin
feather by feather,
warms to the Spring
relearning to pilot wings
fire to feather, grave to cradle
I will ascend and float
until I’m unable
and I will rise,
I will rise
like the phoenix
to the skies
learn to take flight,
spread my wings and soar
over the ocean’s expanse
until I reach shore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, I like the comparison of you and the phoenix.