My Phoenix

Passion.
So long buried
deep beneath the ashes;
lost to the cadence
of a frenzied existence.
All hope of resurrection is
absent.
Then you
caressed the dormant embers.
Slowly...
doubtingly...
they begin to resonate
with heat and flame.
Trembling on the newborn legs of life.

by Gregory Mims

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