The Phoenix in Every Woman

I burn. I break. And still, I rise—stronger, brighter, more alive than ever.

I choose to stand in the flames, surrendering to the fire as it consumes a life that no longer serves me. Old fears, worn-out patterns, fading relationships—they crumble to ash before my eyes. And though it aches and tears at my soul, I do not resist.

These ashes are not my failures. They are my offering—a sacred sacrifice to the woman I am becoming.

Like a forest scorched to the ground, I know this destruction is not an end but a beginning. The ashes of my past will feed the soil of my rebirth, creating fertile ground for a life beyond what I have yet imagined.

I am not responsible for pulling anyone else through their fire. The burning belongs to each of us—ours to face, ours to endure, ours to rise from. And we each get to choose when we are ready to step into the flames.

So, I release. I let my old life fall away, piece by piece, trusting that in sharing my story of surrender and strength, others will recognize their own.

They can burn.
They can rise.
They can fly.

Because I am the Phoenix.
And this is my time to soar.