This too is possible,
regaining what was lost.
Like nature and all that shit around you
which constantly speaks of the possibilities,
You, yourself and those giving you the last second chances to you,
Just knowing how it feels to be beaten by time and life
Knowing exactly how much and what to say.
Like all the signs that made you depressed is really speaking of the promises you've kept
The storms that you've weathered and how far you've come.
It's like they are conspiring to save you, their precious little child from getting lost
Constantly putting out their palms to soften the fall whenever you do.
Sometimes it's not just the show of love or the words that you hear or even the gestures
But just the unfailing feeling of you being salvaged as though from a raging fire,
As if to forge you of gold they had put you in it
Phoenix is a symbol too overrated for the situation now,
It's me, just me in flesh and blood and I am enough.
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