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Feb 2018
We had a spark that dazzled the two of us.
The spark that set me up in flames.

I struggled not to burn.
But the more I did, the more I burned,

Spreading like a wildfire within me,
Devouring everything within its path,
Incarcerating my hopes, my dreams,
My everything.

I feared the fire consuming me,
But I realized that it’s not.
Instead it’s purifying me
So I surrendered to its flames.

You see me burning down to ashes
And dying a thousand deaths.

But from these ashes I shall emerge
Clothed in nothing but my strength,
More beautiful than ever before.

Watch my resurrection…
I am Phoenix… rising.

©Penchie Limbo
Strong women fall, but they do not stay fallen on the ground.  They get up, dust themselves up and rise again and become stronger, wiser and braver than ever before.
Written by
Penchie Limbo  47/F/Philippines
(47/F/Philippines)   
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     T R S and Kerrie Short
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