She is born of fire and ash.
She will not be held down for long.
She will not be shackled.
She will not be tethered.
Time and again, she willingly goes into the dark
to uncover what no longer serves.
She does not fear the dark; it is her ally.
In the deepest of darkness,
she will pause and breathe deeply,
surrendering to the darkness.
In a moment suspended in time,
she will die in a burst of flames,
thereby illuminating
all that has been hidden
so it can be healed.
And then…
all will go still,
the flames becoming embers
becoming warmness
becoming white, delicate, fragile material
becoming silence.
Until…
with a breath,
she will burst forth,
rising from those ashes,
in an explosion of Light and Heat.
Renewed.
Reborn.
Transformed.
Empowered.
Stronger.
You may love her.
You may walk beside her.
You may even embrace her.
Even in the darkest of dark places, you can do all that.
However…
when her dying time comes,
when that spark ignites and
her inherently fiery nature encompasses the world,
she will be no more.
And if you attempt to hold onto her
in the moment of her combustion,
you will be consumed in the roaring inferno of who she is.
She is the wildest of beings,
all wind and blaze,
meant to be untamed and free.
She is The Phoenix, born of fire and ash.
(c) Angie K. Millgate, 2018
