Phoenix

Like a phoenix from the ashes,

She rose from the stubborn crashes

She was an innocent bird before

Through the storm within, she learnt to roar!

She was mocked for having her wings,

Now the same is even afraid of mere mood swings

She has felt the wind flowing in her hair,

She walks proudly with a fixed death stare! 

She has learnt to let her fears go,

She has grown tall even if she grew slow!

She has been through hell and she has been back

Watch her smirking, as she returns to her pack! 

You don't stand a chance if you wish to smite,

For she is a gladiator who doesn't lose her fight!