From the depths of despair,
The phoenix did rise
Slowly it spread it's wings,
Soaring out of the ashes of the past.
Strong, beautiful and free,
Result of many hours of revelation,
Times of agony, eons of tears,
Bittersweet memories raked through the coals,
Flames burn the bad and leave the good.
Out of the pain, out of the teardrops,
Slowly a new life form emerges,
Bit by bit learning and growing,
Reforming the past awaiting tomorrow.
The phoenix never rises out of the good,
It must have fire and pain to soar,
So lay all your troubles on the flames today,
And await the rebirth of your soul.  

Laura R
1-26-03