Ashes Renewed Poem by Chelsea Faulk

Build your temple of endurance high. Display every scar. For they are a reminder of the trials you survived, the beasts that tried to rip you apart. You are it's master, pain turning into your loyal subject. Serving you. Molding you to a destined strength. Setting you apart from the others as it casts you into your uniqueness. One who has walked with it enough to tame it. The phoenix is not born… but made.