The Phoenix
by Amanda Doerr

Let me cry
I've earned that right
I carry the scars
Of a lengthly fight

Only tears can heal
This gapping wound
Existing in my heart
Of expectation ruined

But from the ashes
I will arise
With wings aflamed
To conquer the skies

This spirit of mine
Is too powerful a force
To remain shackled
In the depths of despair and remorse

I was meant for greater dreams
I shall not be captured by petty things
Begone thou demons of stagnant minds
No more my vision will you blind

I will succeed
My will is mine