All that I was has gone forever.
All that I shall be is formed in this,
You treat me like medusa,
As if my eyes so full of pain and sorrow,
Could turn you into stone.
I felt like Icarus of myth,
My happiness and joy not wings but wax,
Now I know I am the phoenix.
Love will give me wings,
And lift me up once more.
One day I won't just rise again,
One day I will soar.
Now almost three years later I am living a life more different than anyone could have imagined and recently I wrote this: