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From ashes I rise
Resurrected once more like a pheonix from ashes,
Whose flames have cauterised most of the gashes,
Left on my heart by the knock backs and bashes.
I feel ready to face women, with their lipstick and lashes.
To return to the surface and walk in the sun.
No longer to to crawl. I shall get up and run!
Once more to clubs for dancing and fun,
And to return to my quest to seek out 'The One'.
My words don't flow easy when I have no muse.
My phrases seem hollow. I pick and I choose
Which rhymes to keep and which ones to lose;
Which puns to care for and which to abuse.
But on I must go, back on to the field
Of battle from which truly none may yield.
Reminding myself that my soul, once revealed,
Is a powerful force, not easy repealed.
I shall not remain locked up in my tower,
Hiding away in the corner, to cower.
No longer staring at the mirror with glower.
I shall remain in charge of my power.
Whose flames have cauterised most of the gashes,
Left on my heart by the knock backs and bashes.
I feel ready to face women, with their lipstick and lashes.
To return to the surface and walk in the sun.
No longer to to crawl. I shall get up and run!
Once more to clubs for dancing and fun,
And to return to my quest to seek out 'The One'.
My words don't flow easy when I have no muse.
My phrases seem hollow. I pick and I choose
Which rhymes to keep and which ones to lose;
Which puns to care for and which to abuse.
But on I must go, back on to the field
Of battle from which truly none may yield.
Reminding myself that my soul, once revealed,
Is a powerful force, not easy repealed.
I shall not remain locked up in my tower,
Hiding away in the corner, to cower.
No longer staring at the mirror with glower.
I shall remain in charge of my power.
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