Arise-A Poem

The fire does not burn

We do not rise from the ashes

For we are no phoenix

Like a sun woken from its slumber

Slowly,

We are reborn.

 

The mother does not conceive

The pangs of labor do not come

For we are no messiah

Like a butterfly bursting out of its cocoon

Painfully,

We are reborn.

Arise.

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Thanks for reading.

 

 

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