Like a Phoenix

The misery was bitter,

My head and my mind,

Frustrated from the voices,

They were winning,

Until I took a stand,

And went out of my shell,

I hesitantly asked for help,

But, now I have no regrets,

My wings are cleasned,

The ashes are brushed off,

The voices have ceased,

And I hold new thoughts,

On what I truly believe in,

Much like a phoenix rising,

I hold my head high,

As I move on with new emotions,