Phoenixa

Am I low?

Do I feel rejected?

Do I feel betrayed?

Do I feel like the worst has happened and it couldn’t have happened at a more crucial time?

Probably.

How often I ask these questions is a number I’ve forgotten. Of late, it feels like the jar of stuffed questions suddenly has filled, has come crashing down just to bury me.

To keep me down.

When you’re hit with something like that, getting up from it takes time.

It takes time for your head to reel from the shock of events. Who would have ever thought this would happen now? Everything seemed great, and that one moment, that one unthought out moment threw my world into a vortex of pain and submission.

I had nothing to say to anybody.

Nothing to say to myself.

Nothing to feel.

I needed time. I needed to heal. I needed to be reassured. I needed to hear things I didn’t want to hear.

Yet, nothing broke my will to be myself except time.

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I woke up one day feeling more positive. I wanted to go back to my dark corner, but I realized there’s no one funnelling me into my lonesome place except me. What’s done is done. I needed to use this energy, whatever kind it was, to rise.

To realize.

To reinvent myself.

To release myself.

To tame the flames.

I will not burn. No matter how long someone keeps me in the fire, I will not burn.

I fall, I revive.

That is what a Phoenix does, and that is what I will be.

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