Fight of the Phoenix by Shea Bell

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In a cloud of Chaos, I land here. It's hot and dry. The fire of my trials has burned within me, fortified me, making the heat of the desert easier to bear, my skin no longer pale from shelter.
I've scorched most of what surrounds me, the ruins are great and still smoldering, the embers guding my true path.
The winds of change have blown the ashes out of my eyes. Water flows to break the damm made with the mortar of youthful fear and pain ,and washes what was once me away.
Now free and invisible, I hear a cry and feel a familiar fear, I feel the wings about me, having known the way of the Phoenix, mine apart of him, when he flies, I soar, looking down at the shell of my earthen nature, hoping to never land again.