From the Ashes comes the Phoenix

They have been symbols of rebirth since the beginning of time. (Maybe a bit of an exaggeration.) And they've been a growing symbol in my life for as long as I can remember. I'm not what you would call a fiery person, or at least I didn't believe myself to be. I was water, flowing cool and strong, and constant. Steady, until tested. Harmless, until experienced. More so lately I've tapped into my fire, and this bird has taken hold, and taken flight.

I've been through my fair share of troubles. My heart has been ripped out and bloodied so many times that I have moments where I wonder just how it is I kept moving forward.

I remember, in the deepest pit of my despair, going on long walks. I just wanted to stop. I would look at my feet and ask myself, "Why am I doing it? I can sit down on the road, and stop moving. I don't have to keep holding myself up. I don't have to keep walking."

I continued anyway. One step at a time, my legs carried me forward, and I didn't know if it was because I was too strong to keep moving, or too weak and scared to stop.

I don't believe in evil. I believe in anger, and miss-guided souls. I met someone once who told me that the devil worked through all those people who hurt me. He whispered in their ears and made them hate me, made them tear me down and pin my wings to their cork boards.
I don't believe it. I believe I was tested, destroyed so many times so that I could crawl from the ashes as someone stronger.

The world is like that too. It's scary to imagine for some people, I think, but for things to get better it often means they need to burn up first. I meet a lot of people lately talking about the end. The weather's a chaotic mess. There's war, and anger crackling through the air. You have those who want to stop it. I used to be one of them. But if it's stopped, then things will continue on as they were. Never changing. Never growing.
I say let it burn. I'll hold my head up, and do what I can to ebb the fear.

 I'll be there
when it's all burned up.
Together we'll reach  into the ruins for those beating embers,
those sparks of life,
and with them
we'll create. 
Credit for the art goes to:
Like a phoenix I will rise
from the ashes of my dieing blaze,
and with burning eyes I'll witness
the birth of a new world.


  1. Melissa Rose, I'm glad you are able to rise from the ashes to bring fire and light to the world through your words!

    1. Thank you. :) In my opinion everyone rises from the ashes every morning. Your never the same person you were from the time you wake with the sunrise, to the time you hit the pillow.

  2. "You're never the same person you were from the time you wake with the sunrise, to the time you hit the pillow." - LOVE this!!!

    I love how you paint an emotional picture in this post, Melissa. I'd love to see you translate this to your other writing.

    1. I've always been a poetic person. I don't know why novel is so different from how I write on my blog. lol Maybe because I'm just an observer to my story, but these posts are all my deepest passions and frustrations put into words. It's something I'll work toward, blending the two together. Someday I'll succeed and create a work of art. I think I just need to tell a story that really means something to me.


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