If you were hurt
burned
as the phoenix took flight
do you blame
the ascendant creature
or accept that you chose
to remain stagnant
to drown in stung pride
like a bitter afterbirth
in the very path of the fire?
The glowing embers whisper
it is not too late
to choose
to rise
to fly
~~~
© W.R.R. 8/31/2011
As Ashes Scatter 