Although cold, shadows no longer weigh
These dark nights of the soul can take their toll
Her spirit and mind seek the day
Tired of wrestling with the past
She holds on...
And although tears may flow
She knows, in this there is growth.
She feels the pain, as it brings her to her knees
Succumbing, she dissolves and becomes the breeze
From ashes she will rise, like the powerful Phoenix
Although her body weakens
Her will is strong
Defying odds, she remains Wild and Free.
Each tear that rolls is transformed into a flame
Strength from sorrow, life's dance
And without shame she reclaims her descent.
Defeated she may seem at times
Others thinking she's given up
Some feel for her, wishing to take away her pain...
Some laugh, wishing her demise....
Yet she will rise, resolute
Her essence, ancient...
Her resolve acute.
More than mere woman, she is a force untamed
An ancient soul, in human form proclaimed
To rise like phoenix, from the fire's burn
Her spirit soars, with each new day.
As many times as needed, she will ascend
From ashes she will rise...
And her spirit she will mend...
Dominating skies, her wings unfurl...
Reborn, she conquers...
And her spirit whirls.
Sofia E. Falcone
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