Painting of a phoenix bird with mouth and eye, surrounded by golden and white bubbles, on brown background.

I will rise from my ashes

Sometimes life destroys me.

Leaves a black burned hole.

Useless stories, smell of emptiness.

The days go by with hollow inertia, without a person inside.

Without energy.

But one day, without expecting it, a flower greets me, and the light seems kinder.

I discover timid embers that are animating, the night begins to smile.

A new and clean force is growing inside me,

it wants to come out.

And suddenly I fly.