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Renewal (Revised)

I  

In my garden, I rake away winter’s debris:  

there must be a death  

of the fear-forged self—  

only then can resurrection bloom  

II  

New eyes dawn like ember’s glow  

across blackened soil;  

I take my first steps drenched in amnesia—  

my old name forgotten, my hands bare  

III  

Come—lean into tomorrow’s kiss;  

trail sweet smoke across my lips,  

let the crackle of embers rise underfoot,  

breathe the tender fragrance of falling ash  

IV  

Still—  

        forgiveness with the scar of remembrance,  

a single red feather drifting on dawn’s breeze;  

nothing tastes as sweet  

as ash reborn from phoenix’s womb