no hurling of self at the feet of the unappreciative, useless, would-be royal
no pleading with a fickle child, changing-with-the-wind, always insistent, and never gracious
there shall only be the championing of the devout worshipper
the one who basks in the joy of being in the presence
who abundantly, persistently, and clearly sings the praises
this,
this is the only head that shall be crowned and kissed and covered by praise and protection, by the gift of honor, and the giving and receiving of service
rising majestically from the ashes is only useful if you have been unwittingly destroyed by circumstances beyond your control
if you willingly walk into the fire, time and time again, because you crave the feeling of being reborn, then it makes it impossible for anyone in your life to know who they’re dealing with
harness the power of the phoenix
without becoming a full-time martyr to constant change