Do not reduce me to survivor
I feel the ground trying to insert itself back under my feet and I’m angry about it.
I crave this undefined in-between.
I’m jealous for my own company, the quiet, and the possibility.
The veil torn, life and death sleeping together in the same room all along.
How to be a Phoenix
This is the lesson of the Phoenix.
This is what it does best.
It submits to the burning because it knows there is no other way through but THROUGH.
You have to burn if you want to evolve.
You HAVE to surrender to the unknown if you want to change. You don’t get to control the narrative. You don’t get to choose your particular brand of “doable flames.”
If you want to rise, you have to lay it all down.