Poem: Rising Phoenix

Verses of triumph over adversity

In the gloom of my darkest days, under life’s relentless haze,

Where shadows loom, and spirits fray, hope seems to lose its blaze.

Beaten down, with failures rife, I trudge the weary path,

Tired soul, burdened life, succumbing to despair’s wrath.

Yet in this abyss, I pause, feeling life’s unyielding jaws,

Grappling with my silent cause, fighting without applause.

Amidst the turmoil, a spark – a flicker of inner might,

Whispers, “Stand up from the dark,” urging me to fight.

From the depths of my despair, where hope seemed bleak and rare,

Emerges strength from nowhere, born from sheer will to dare.

In my heart, a flame ignites, dispelling fears and plight,

Guiding me through the nights, with newfound courage, bright.

With resolve, I rise again, shedding past pain and stain,

From the ashes, I refrain from succumbing to the bane.

Renewed, with vigor found, I stand on solid ground,

In my soul’s depths, profound, a resilient spirit is crowned.

The journey’s scars, etched deep, are lessons that I keep,

Reminders of the steep climbs, the valleys oh so bleak.

Yet, here I stand, revived, from trials, I’ve derived.

Strength, from woes survived, in triumph, I’ve arrived.

For every tear that’s shed, for each night filled with dread,

There’s a brighter path ahead, where hope and dreams are wed.

I rise, a phoenix free, from despair’s dark decree,

Embracing life’s decree, to be all I can be.

So when days are grim and dire, and I’m walking through the fire,

I’ll remember my inner spire, rising ever higher.

With each fall, I’ll rise, more wise, and fiercely apprise,

That within me lies the prize of tomorrow’s bright sunrise.

In every beaten, failed state, when I’m feeling far from great,

I’ll recall my power innate, to change my destined fate.

For in my heart, I know, no matter how low I bow,

I possess the glow, to rise, to conquer, to endow.