eschew the wallowed pains
of yesterdoom and gloom
swallowed in deep cold realities
while thieving many colored evenings

instead

pick up the shattered self
from the deserted corridor
and sing no more tales of woe
to slowly move beyond the pain

rather

sally forward and
like the bird phoenix
rise up from the ashes
and ascend the heights
sans a fear quiver
of a second fall.