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Phoenix

A poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 10 months ago β€’ Updated 10 months ago β€’ 1 min read
Top Story - November 2025
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The fire began in silence

A spark against years of pain

Each betrayal stacked like timber

Each cruelty fed the flame

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

I burned. Not by my choosing...

The world mistook me for wood

Their words were smoke that choked me

Their scars carved where I stood

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

From deep inside the inferno

I found defiance to keep

Alone I faced the ashes

What should have killed ran deep

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

When wings tore through the darkness

My eyes ignited bright

A sudden blaze of knowing

I was never theirs to fight

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

And through the blaze, love held me

My children’s laughter near

My husband’s strength beside me

Their voices cut the fear

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

From ruin I rose unbroken

not fragile, not torn apart

A phoenix crowned in fire

with molten scars for art

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

I burned until the night was gone

My body forged in flame

From ash I rose unyielding

Reborn without the shame

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

The blaze that sought to end me

now questions if I'm sane

Its embers sculpted my feathers

There's no longer any pain

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

A testament forged from fire

From ruin’s edge, I spread my wings

From destruction, I found my power

A phoenix born of shattered things.

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

The fire began in silence...

But now my voice is strong

From ashes I claimed freedom

And I know where I belong

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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Sara Wilson

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

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    Written by Sara Wilson