Phoenix

Every time,
I forget that the burning and ash
are the first part not the last
and always surprise myself
when I rise from those ashes.

I think I surprise you too-
the ones gently going through
what is left after the burning.

But the thing I forget
more than anything is
I was forged in fire
and no amount of it
will not bring me back to myself.

So, when I rise again,
because I always do,
and you shade your eyes,
because I am so brilliant and bright,
do not let it surprise you
when you cannot tell the difference
between me leaving
and the sun.

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