Re-emerge.

      You are there. You can see it. Shining in all its glory. You can feel it make your blood hot. It has mocked you, making you want it even more. Now you stand just a step away. One strong leap and you own the world. 

     We all have this one thing we want. It may be love, an approval, a job, a possession even. And we fight for it, barring all obstacles. Day and night. Toiling, slogging, trudging, plodding. It is almost routine. And BOOM! You have it. You forget about all that you sacrificed. All the suffering you endured. But what after that? What after the championship is yours?

     After that there is a void that is so hard to fill. The day and night laboring is forgotten. You actually miss the toiling. You start questioning if you are worthy enough of what you got. And this, people, is the final obstacle. The most dangerous one because it has a saintly aura about it. Renouncing joy and conquest. It haunts because it feels so right. So just. 

     I am not saying that you don't enjoy the prize you work so hard to achieve, but there is something constantly nagging at you. Masticating on your rightful reward. Making you battle your befitting success. Taxing to burn you to the ground. 

     When you beat this unremittence, you become the Phoenix. Re-emerging from ashes.

A monologue.

"Myself I see in your eyes,as yourself you see in yours.But the difference is that you look at your face and I at your soul.You see yourself pretty,then you see yourself beastly and blink twice.See through my eyes,today. A darkened soul here,a lightening one there. And one moving from the light to the dark.I screech to help but only to hear my own echoes. A hundred and fifty am I aged. I've seen it all,and kept to myself. If only I could tell. I've seen how features differed but not the souls.That innocent lie that had to be covered by a hundred others. I've seen as you waited for your father at the door. And today I see as your daughter do the same. I've seen from rags to riches. But most of all, I have seen the affection constant through generations. I've seen all human and I still see it. Just a little dusted,that is all. A crack on the shell is all you need. If only I could tell. See through my eyes and you will see,the veil will be off to reveal,your beauty that I hold in my eyes,as your lashes blink with uncertainty.

          I'm the mirror on the wall.

The darkest and fairest soul of them all.

I reflect just before you begin to fall,

And the saviour,yourself,then you shall call."