"Rising Phoenix"
Transformative Odyssey through Wounds and Wisdom
Beneath the weight of sorrows worn,
In shadows where our scars are born.
We cannot linger in the gloom,
Nor let despair become our tomb.
Like petals falling in the breeze,
Life weaves its intricate mysteries.
Yet, in the ache, a truth is found,
A strength emerging from the ground.
We cannot sit and idly gaze,
At wounds that haunt our passing days.
For time, a river, flows ahead,
And healing dwells where hope is bred.
The mirror may reflect the pain,
But in its depths, resilience reigns.
A symphony of broken chords,
Yet from the ruins, rise new hordes.
No stagnant pools of tears should bind,
Our spirits seeking, unconfined.
The journey calls, a distant shore,
Where healing waves forevermore.
So, let us rise with steadfast grace,
From scars that mark life's fleeting pace.
In every wound, a tale is spun,
A testament to battles won.
About the Creator
Mubashira Kachhot
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This was so powerful! Loved your poem!