The Phoenix
Head-up, shoulder's back
She rises like "The Phoenix."
Then stands firm on her Valor
While other's will just clamor
Focusing their gaze, on bygone days,
Still she rises ... like "The Phoenix."
She is but a mystery,
Upon her stage of dreams,
By the chances that are taken
Boost of confidence,
but rarely shaken
Still she rises ... like "The Phoenix."
Through thick or thin
She employs virtue and wins
through the eye of a needle
working against evil
to climb where only Eagles fly
Still she rises ... like "The Phoenix."
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2022
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