Phoenix

Wed, 07/22/2015 - 10:56 -- jru2442

I was flying high when you shot me down,

and sent me falling to the ground.

Broken and battered,

torn to tatters,

Like the phoenix i will rise

in flames shooting up to the sky.

For nothing can keep me down,

from chasing my dreams all around. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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