After Life, is Life

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Mrs. Izzy

Mrs. Izzy

I can so relate how my transitions darkest day had ended. Now reborn like that mythical bird.  That of the phoenix.

I crossed that fiery door in hopes of solitude and silence only to be pulled back. This has allow the caterpillar to change into a butterfly

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As I gaze deeply in the last pile of ashes.

A life short I see lived.

I find resolve that soon.

There will be a new life from these ashes.

We all know that of the Phoenix.

Mrs. Izzy

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