Your rise from the ashes should not be so quick.
Tend to your story, your roots of origin with skin so thick
It needs soothing of every character you ever played.
Tend to your mind, with edges so refined
It has kept you as safe as you needed in times of deep wounding.
It beckons you, from every corner of its universe
From every fractal of its imagination.
It needs respite from the illusions you have mentored.
Tend to your heart, its thinly veiled current of pain haunting you
into depths of unworthiness.
Tend to your God, who awaits you in every creation of your senses,
joining you in respite, one much needed, to give you strength before you rise.
It is only when you are ready, that those ashes will kneel and the rising will be ever so sweet as you
hear your name being called by your ancestors and you voice a new story of creation from this moment forward.