Living Death

I rise out of the ashes like a phoenix. New, too young to fly, I stretch my weak yet eager wings. I have done this before. Yet another time for me to find myself. Over and over again, I am created. Over and over again, I slowly decay until the flames overpower and consume me. Every death, a rebirth. Will it never end? I am bound to an eternal cycle, everlasting yet dependent on the waxing and waning of time. Perhaps, just once, I will fly away from the gravity of an unambitious ground. I will fall and float, swoop past shielding insecurity. All certainty, all cowardice is lost. Severe the rope that ties me to life!