you are not rising from the ashes, you are ashes re-membered. coaxed back into shape. re-formed.
you are fire and flame and all consuming beauty. blazing. fire-life.
you, dear love, are reborn from the smoke-remnant of the fire that was supposed to subdue.
the fire that was supposed to put you in your place so they could tell you who you are. so you could make them comfortable.
but that’s not you.
you? as fully you? rise above the othering they bring to you as socratic hemlock–meant to destroy–drink deeply but rise:
your warm, living and breathing body drawn heavenward on wings of flame and feather–not consumed but strengthened by the white heat–a contradiction on the wing.