Phoenix

A poem about new beginnings

I guess you can call this
An end of sorts
I took so many steps,
Never in the same direction
I found myself at a precipice,
Ready to fly

Instead I burned in fantastic flame,
Funny how it ended like this,
I didn't know it'd be this way 
Those that turned to ash didn't mention
That there was a trauma in revival

Let's call this a new day,
Today I rose from the ashes
Ready to fly again
Never again scared of burning.