Ancient civilizations believed in the four elements in the creation of life. even some belief systems and religions still hold the ideal. Although we have ‘evolved’ and discovered a lot over the years, the idea is still as real now as it was back then. The Chinese use a fifth element of metal, and I am sure there are other religions or civilizations that have other such differences.
I was normal once. I know I was; I had a reasonably normal and stable family unit. I was loved and cared for; I never went without. I had everything I needed, although not knowing at the time. I never fell on hard times, but learnt life's hard lessons fast. I was never wrapped in cotton wool, but my parents tried to protect me from the harsh reality of the world.
“What the hell?” I awoke in the darkness, nothing but a small candle creating a small light. I couldn’t remember how I got there, where there was, or even what happened. “Where am I?”
I stare into the defining quiet of the black abyss.
The soft and fading light of day has bidden us goodnight. And what a lovely night it is, to walk a moonlit field and see the softer shades that are by starlight now revealed. So why is it that now when all is quiet and at rest, when candles glow around the land that people shun the moon and wait instead for sun of day? I wish that they could see things like I do? To see the wonder of the dark and jewelled sky. To see the terrible and frightening beauty of the dark night.
I am indestructible. Like the phoenix of old I rise from the ashes of my spent body. I never give up and never retreat. If I am defeated, I try harder, rise and go again. When I am spent, I push on and give it my all. I am a phoenix, the lord of fire, when I die, I will be reborn form the ashes of my broken and old body. I am indestructible, everlasting and never moving. I will never give in or surrender. I may get injured and scared but that will only show what I can take. Show that whatever tried to kill me was not strong enough. I wear the scars with honour, as a badge or medal of war. Each telling its own story and its own feelings. I do not fear defeat or death for I know I will rise again and be victorious.