It's Poetry Party Time!

Here's the image, from Abbey of the Art's Poetry Party, part 6:
Do you see me?
Black char, dry scales,
I am burned and scarred
but peer beneath my wounded skin...
new growth, renewed life
I am growing, healthy, alive

Fire burns,
sometimes it destroys,
sometimes it purifies:
the crucible for me,
never the pyre.

Like a phoenix,
I rise from the ashes
of shattered dreams
and unspoken expectations
alive and made new
I am born again.