The Phoenix

 Arising from the Smoke and Ashes shining as a jewel,

 It’s cruel and unusual death provides for its renewal.

 But every rose has its thorn,

 By us letting go of past allowing us to be reborn.

 We sworn throughout recovery in due time to obtain the answers,

 By not taking too many risks or as many chances.

 In times of crisis we vowed to maintain our identity,

 Because we might possibly lose out on our sanity.

 Our support system helping to define our strengths,

 With every jump we grew in length.

 This safety net encouraged every leap of faith,

 In our landings we felt safe.

 Together there’s not a thing we can’t fix

 Trials by fire,

 We’ve yet to expire.

 But to arise alive and well with wings just as

 A  Phoenix 

SUBMISSION- C.P.

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