Phoenix Rising: A Journey from Ashes to Glory

How doth one rise when fate hath struck them low?

When sorrow's weight doth crush the very soul,

And hope, a fickle friend, seems loath to show

Its face, leaving our hearts an empty bowl.

The path ahead, obscured by mists of doubt,

Seems fraught with perils, traps, and hidden snares.

Our spirit wavers, strength is all but out,

As darkness whispers, feeding our despairs.

Yet in this gloom, a spark begins to glow,

A phoenix stirring in the heart's deep core.

With each beat stronger, brighter does it grow,

Till flames of triumph through our being soar.

From tragedy's depths to glory's highest peak,

The human spirit rises, strong yet meek.