Through agony and pain,
you shall rise like a phoenix out of its own ashes.
You will learn new tricks,
and how to fly,
stronger this time.
Your wings will have new color,
spreading wider,
and shining brighter.
So the journey of the Phoenix continues.
More pain will await at the doorstep of change.
You will go through what life throws at you.
With spreaded wings you will fly,
leaving the ashes of your past behind.
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
