Rising
The first time I discovered what a phoenix was I was in middle school. We were reading William Shakespeare in English class. I was intrigued by his stories and went to the library to jump head first into his world. I read everything he wrote within a few weeks. I found a poem he had written called The Phoenix and the Turtle. If you ever get the chance to read it please do. As with most of Shakespeare work, it’s a contrast of love, life, unity and tragedy. I was fascinated with this new mythical creature I discovered. In Greek mythology the Phoenix is able to rise from its own ashes and become new. A rebirth of not necessarily what it once was but quite possibly even stronger and more beautiful. A painful process but one that is necessary for it to go through because it’s not yet done. Death did not have its victory yet or atleast not completely. Sometimes when we go through difficult things in life, we have parts of us that feel dea...