Will you?

Smoke rises above the crumbling debris,

life drifting away in the black abyss.

A mind ravaged by the ill fire.

The body, it will follow.

It seemed just yesterday,

that hope was alive.

Hope in life.

No more.

What now?

Phoenix or dove?

Will you surge, alive?

Or lay and die in the dust?

Will you arise from the ash?

Will you, your mind come alive?

Will you overcome this fear of stigma,

of life, of pain, and arise from the debris?