Down and out is not in her vocabulary.
If anything, it just means get your hands dirty,
Get up, and swing for the fences.
Determined to rise like the phoenix of old,
Even if every part of her soul screamed in pain
Even after getting kicked back down again and again
Pushing past that finish line proved she had it within her
Proposing starting over again
Heaven knows I didn’t want to stop before
Only I did, and the site became fallow
Everything began to crumble
Now it will rise from the ashes
I will tackle my words and make each letter my own
‘Xcept that darned X! It’s so difficult!!!
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Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens. It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground. My iPhone had died in the fire. It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved. Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life. I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died. I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.