The Rebirth

Tough times, a bunch of tears
Stretched to discomfort
Working through fears
No one thing happens without a reason

Contentment embodies a lack of growth
Mountains of obstacles
One by one or all at once
She’s drained, wounded, and hopeful
“This too shall pass”

Grief, work, relocating
Amid a global pandemic
Rising from the ashes of the oppressor,
Roaring fires with venom
She stands tall breaking the shell of the cocoon
Rebuilding pieces of her being
Manifesting one’s true desires and spreading her wings

Rayne