I am sinking Low, low, and deep I hear her voice and I try to peep But I am sinking from where I can't come back I wanted to tell her, don't be afraid I will rise again She believes in phoenix but she is scared Our eyes met and we both saw the pain we endured I saw her through the slits of my eyes and I told her this is just my reverie which I'll wake up from is my promise Now she smiles at me holding me with a grip, Grip with promise of not letting me go She found her phoenix her own phoenix –Anu Shah This poem was published as a part of the 'Words Can Heal' series. You too can participate and explore your creative side. To know more, read this blog post . Check out books from the Insight Stories webstore.