The Phoenix PoemAnd so she walked toward her destiny. Her whole life culminating to this moment alone. To step over the threshold, take hold of the rope. Bring all her learning, go forth in all she’d been trained. 

What will my life be? What will I call my own name? 

“I will be me,” she said, knowing a deep satisfaction before never known. 

And the world knew not that they were in her palm. That she held their hearts and the fire within, and that freedom they knew not they would need, was coming. 

Open your tears, bring out your guns. Numb your face not a minute longer. There is freedom in the air, and it is there for the taking. 


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