Briana

MY RENAISSANCE

I’ve walked through the Fire.

I’ve Stood in the Fire.

I’ve been burned.

I’ve been scorched.

I’ve been disintegrated.

Turned into a pile of ashes.

While people stood around and watched me burn.

They heard my screams.

They Heard my cries.

They Saw the tears fall down these very eyes.

They saw me disintegrate…

Still, Nothing.

They went about their day.

With no words to say.

Some laughed,

Some rejoiced,

And many walked away.

Beneath those ashes.

I…. was still there.

No one saw.

No one knew.

They assumed I was gone for good.

They mistaken my screams..

For pain.

They mistaken my cries..

For sorrow,

They mistaken my tears..

For heartache.

Nay. I say.

My screams, was a sign of my metamorphose.

My cries were a sign of my strength,

My tears were a sign of my healing.

Just like a phoenix I rise from the ashes.

Changed.

Unburned.

Unscorched.

I stand stronger.

More bolder.

More beautiful.

More alive than I ever was before!

In the midst of my pain.

I was reborned.

The old me is gone.

BEHOLD the New me has Arisen, and a new life…has just Begun!

  • Author: Briana (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 15th, 2022 10:46
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • GON

    love it, very phoenix of you

    • Briana

      Thank you🔥🦅



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