the sun and Curicaueri watch a small phoenix falling to the ground and they know she is dying and they know she will be strong and they know she will burn
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the sun is bright and enough for me to see the broken pieces on the floor their sharp edges glistening
...and slowly to the chirping of the birds, I begin to pick them up I believe I can melt these pieces and use them to make a beautiful stain glass window
in this lifetime I will make something of beauty from all the wretched & unkind things from everything that left me in pieces
the sun is bright and enough for me to see, I shine even when scattered and left unwanted when no longer deemed useful Bright enough for me to smile while picking up the shards enough for me to see myself as worthy of being thrown into the fire and being remolded
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the sun and Curicaueri watch a small phoenix fall to the ground and they know she is dying and they know she is strong and they know she is burning incinerating slowly with her flesh and fears all around her as the flames rise they know she is closer to life than she has ever been before, so they wait for her patiently ... there from the distance the sun and Curicaueri watch over her as does the wind, the brooks and the hidden moon