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,
This poem is about:
Me
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