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Mar 2011
I stood ashamed
with the feathers of past hurts.
All that I was and
all that I hoped for,
vanished,
torn apart
and burned into pieces.
But from the ashes,
I rose up like the Phoenix
with inner strength and beauty.

I was restored to discover who I am…

I dared to move.
I dared to spread my wings.
I dared to fly.

Now I won’t stand ashamed
with the feathers of past hurts.
All that I am
and all that I hope for,
may vanish,
be torn apart
and burn into pieces.
But from the ashes,
I’ll rise up like the Phoenix
with inner strength and beauty…
again
and
again

I’ll move.
I’ll spread my wings.
And like the Phoenix…
I’ll fly.
Kulay
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