Phoenix

To all those contemplating suicide,

In this darkest of nights, know the world needs your lights.

I beg you, resist.

Too much blood has been shed from the wrists of those who did not Persist.

When all seems lost again, remember within you is the ember of a Hero: a phoenix waiting to be born anew.

Your head may be bloodied, but it is unbowed.

You are endowed with a warrior spirit.

Pound for pound you’re the toughest around.

What’s that sound?

Can you hear it?

It’s all the things you’ve left unsaid, the voice at the back of your Head telling you to get off the ground.

You aren’t dead yet.

You’re a phoenix, a titan, so keep fighting.

Though you feel like you’re in hell, and that nothing will quell the Storm in you, don’t do anything rash.

This feeling won’t last.

As Tolkien said:

“This too shall pass.”

Know this is not the end.

Your story is unwritten.

You hold the pen and can start writing again.

Though the world will continue hitting you with its lies and Negativity, depleting you physically, mentally, and spiritually; and Every day it feels like part of you dies, realize:

You are a phoenix.

Now rise.