The Rise of this Phoenix

 Still I Rise.... 

 I soar.... 

Out of the dirt and filth

Like the Phoenix,  I shed

I shed the old skin

I shed the memories 

I shed the pain and shame

I let them burst into flames

And I let the new wings take me

I am not fazed by the little feathers 

I challenge the wind

I keep pushing through 

Till the wings cuts through

And I rise..... Oh how I have risen 

It is like a drug

I can't get enough 

It's so intoxicating 

The Power,  the freedom 

Maybe because I'm so high up

Maybe because the oxygen  is less

I do not learn from Icarus 

No!  I cannot be stopped 

I keep rising.  I keep soaring

Until I kiss the Sun....