Whispers

I will die
By the righteous hand of god
Not scared of what is next

I will rise
As the phoenix guides
My everlasting essence

I am here
Though at times in hell
I will make gold from this dirt

I am I
An enigma spark
That enlightens life itself

I am whole
Overlooking dangers
From my past

I will fight
With all that hurts me
Including, including I