117 ~ The Phoenix Poem by stan pelfrey

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now out of date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