I am not the tired metaphor of a phoenix,
burning to ash then hatching anew.
I am not a nestling, a seedling, a beginning.
Rising from depression to start again.
I am might and fury. I am glory that shines.
I am not just now beginning.
I am the sequel that's better than the first.
I am the crescendo, the tardigrade,
surviving even the vacuum of loss.
In those moments when the beat drops and I f a l l,
Hibernation is but a pause.
I know the cold will eventually end,
and I will grow again.
I am greater when I rise.