Phoenix

When dawn’s soft breath unveils the skies,

And shadows linger near your door,

Awake the heart where promise lies—

Embrace the things worth flying for.

Though halls seem silenced with anxious sighs,

And pages blur beneath your gaze,

Within your chest a phoenix cries,

A flicker that yearns to set ablaze.

In every blot your pen bestows,

In every whisper of the night,

A seedling of glorious mettle grows—

Unseen until it greets the light.

When formulas like ravines wind,

And equations unsettle the mind’s design,

Trust that your hope’s never blind—

Its truths will guide where galaxies align.

When dread begins its quiet tread,
And fear speaks loud in every room,
Rise once more from what you’ve bled—
A phoenix finds its fiercest bloom.

A stumble, then a faltering breath,

Each lapse etches a deeper art;

For even blossoms born of death

Bear petals forged of iron heart.

So let the ink upon your hand

Be testament to every trial;

With patient steps, you’ll understand

That greatness blooms in dignified style.

Though doubts may weave their silken snare,

And weary bones may yearn to rest,

Within your soul resides a flare—

An ember wrought to survive the test.

Rise phoenix, rise! Time to take the flight!

Weave your dreams with your wings;

For thou art thy might.