Waxing
Poetic...

The Phoenix

"Take a Stand," you said.
"I don't know if I can," I replied.
"You can."
And I closed my eyes…
and cried.

When I could go on
no further,
When I could tilt at windmills
no longer,
When all I wanted
was eternal sleep,
You were there.

My head on your shoulder,
Your arm around me,
you prop me up;
you keep me standing -
not tall, but standing -
and I can go on.
My will is resurrected,
my soul is soothed,
and I persevere.

In your presence,
buoyed by your friendship
and belief that I can do
what I am sure I cannot,
I rise up.
I begin again.
I fight anew.