From the Ashes

Wreckage to Rebirth

From the Ashes

A flame that once warmed the heart now set fire to everything loved; the soul at one time kindled by this feeling now ignited in a completely different way. Anxiety ridden and filled with anger, reciprocating this hurt is the only thought that remains. The blaze consumes everything and leaves massive change in its wake; black is the only thing that remains. Ashes of a once great life now floating through the air drift in the wind, unsettled and lost, on a journey unknown. Currents unkind, the fragments yanked in all directions. Jolted and uncouth the dust of a former existence settles to the earth. Black feathers from the sky accumulate on the ground around it and as if by magic a small flame at the heart sparks to life. In time flakes turn to coals and from coals a torrid until one day a burst of hot ashes erupts into the air. Clouds of smoke bellow outward and beneath it an explosion sounds; heat radiates outward with a force that shifts the winds and from the darkness comes a fiery figure. A phoenix is born.