It arose like a Phoenix from the ashes
Left you in the embers of a past life. Just as you got up, your past caught up with you. And struck its dirty heel on the nape of your neck. ‘Stay down!’ You hear its gnarling voice snap at you…ensuring you taste every single particle of ash. That was a reminder of the former days days when you could barely remember. A past that you were willing to forget. But yet, it remains a constant reminder of the weakness that lingers, The thorn in your flesh. This flesh that will soon die. Then the spirit remains.
The prying, the lies, the judgement, you will survive. Try to embrace new beginnings, but no one prepares you, until the fat lady sings. Non-existent ambition, seriously an ommission. But still stand. Stand on the uncertainty of a future that you have contributed to create. A future where the offspring struggle to emulate the great big bird, the phoenix!
A man in recovery