Read Poem: PHOENIX DIAMOND, by William Leon Wright

Praise the trials that molded me
that scolded me
and ripped my skin to shredded
flesh and bloody outcries for death.
Death is rest, not less this torture
with hidden bliss and blessings.
All of this — messing with my mind
how trials, so unkind,
can help me find a better me
to set me free from pain
and misery, not meant to be,
yet, here I stand, a better man,
sculptured and scolded by anxiety,
and why? A Devil’s lie.
My God’s reply. Because I try
my pain turned into pleasure.
I praise the trials that molded me
into this priceless treasure.

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